An anxiety sponge was all i ever proved to be
You squeezed me and squeezed me until I ran dry
I've had enough of dealing with your problems when I have problems of my own
Won't you stop and see?
What this pain that you're giving me
Is driving me up the wall

I was always there for you
But when I needed someone,
everyone just went away
Leaving me to suffer my pathetic problems by my own pathetic self

As time went on by,
my pain was too much
Too great to bear

No one ever heard me!
No one ever listened to me!
No one would ever talk to me!
I was just . . . a thing.
Something to vent to, but not worth caring about.
A thing.
Not considered as a human being anymore

I went to my room and slit my wrists
Leaving a good bye note in my seat
Leaving my story of finally finding redemption

Don't ever look around for me anymore
I'm not here for you to toy with.
I'm a real person even if you never saw me that way.

Some day, you'll remember me and wonder why I killed myself
Some day, you'll realize too, what pain I was going through.
Some day, you'll be overcome with grief, looking at your blood-stained hands

Some day, you'll see
Some day, you'll see
Some day, you'll see