On the tip

[crazynate:]]

cry for me, hold me, but only if you please,
for me to ask this of you would be insanity.
Insane only because I've tried so many times,
the same way anyone does, who's next wish is to die.
Maybe I'm just crazy and should try a different way,
but this way is so normal and I don't know what to say.
How to say it is the worry, I'm perfectly aware,
this thought is repetitive and it's starting to scare,
Me, I can't control, or even deny,
all I have is sunlight, and soon that will go by.
"This is you, there's nothing wrong, don't be a b---- and cry",
this was once my best friend, who is now the devil by my side,
living with me every day, and all through the night,
constantly antagonizing, and pushing me to fly.
It wants me high, and full of life, the one that's in disguise.
In reality, I remember, this was never the choice of time.
Four in the morning? Four at night, there's no difference, it's f------ dark.
Guess sleeping's out of the question,
I'm afraid I might barf.
Maybe I'll write something, a poem or a lie.
Or maybe I'll put my hoody on, and go for a little ride.
Soaking in sweat, I can't think, or even try.
Is this too much for you to know me, can't you see the tears in my eyes? I'm suffering, quietly, like I'm paralyzed while staying high.
In the clouds, it's nice, and everything feels fine,
then suddenly, it drops, and you get popped in the eye.
Screaming in agony, silently you die,
One day, someone will hold me, and cry for me while I lie...