I die a little each day

back

i'm so dead inside,

i need someone to make me feel alive.

someone who knows what i want,

what i need,

hurry! don't make me plead.

brain dead,

tired,

emotionally bleed,

physically fired,

i'm dead.

no one, no one understands how i feel.

even if they did there's nothing they can do to make it real.

and so i die a little each and everyday,

until i wither all away.