When is dark and no one is there,
Do you actually care?
Or do you find yourself finally able to hate yourself, without someone telling you not to
Because it seems that most people forgot to 
Mention that they actually care
That you actually mater to someone somewhere
To someone, to anyone
You wish that everyone
Could hear you cry
And make sure not to tell you goodbye

You hope, you wish, you wonder
You listen to dark crashing thunder
You wait in silence for the storm to pass
While you sit there in class
knowing that the storm that rages inside you will never rest

You're lost in a room with only one door
As you watch the people outside ignore
You're banging, screaming to find a way out
It's a room made of glass yet I highly doubt
That anyone waking past can see in
Because you are blocking the walls with a grin
You're making everyone believe with a single smile
That you will be okay for a while
         When really you're dying
You're crying
You're hoping that someone can see you fighting
Because while you will never admit it you need help before it's too late
Because while you try to create
The image that you let every one else see
You don't realize that everyone would agree
That you mean more to this world, to everyone in it, than you could ever

imagine.