unspoken

I know this is wrong

and I know it isn't right

And I know that some people will say

that I'm sick inside

but I can't help it I think about it every night

I think of getting kidnapped

of getting hurt until I die

I know it makes no sense

but maybe then I wouldn't cry

Nightmares they haunt me

and I can't seem to sleep

I wake up sometimes

and tears are rolling down my check

I'm looking for a savior

to save me

to help me survive

my own twisted mind

I wonder if anyone thinks like I do

and I wonder if they wonder if I do too

and I wonder if its normal

to want to feel pain

when your drowning in sorrow

is there any escape

I know that its wrong

and I know that its not right

but what else can I hope for

besides diying tonight.