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I never meant to do what I did.
This wasn’t supposed to hurt as bad as it does.
Alone, all alone.
Wanting to call out for you, but knowing I can’t.
Sitting on my bed, hugging my pillow.
Like in a sad movie.
Most of what I’ve done, has happened for a reason.
But I don’t know what this reason is.
I’m so confused, everything is broken.
My life is dead, but I still live.
I have to remember just to breathe, I never knew this would hurt as bad is it does.
I can’t rewind time, to stop myself from saying what I’ve said.
To stop myself from acting as I did.
So very sorry, as if I’ve done something wrong.
Lying alone in my bed, waiting for something to happen, although nothing does.
But what’s the difference?
Holding on to my last shred of sanity, I begin to cry.
It’s so overwhelming, this happened so fast.
Never so much tears have I shed over nothing.
I was told that I liked this, but as each day goes by, I begin to notice that I don’t.
I don’t need it right now.
So to stop hurting, I have to do this.
It’s the only way I know how to drain my mind of the pain that I have inside from this.
I know you hate it, but what else can I do?
I have no one to run to now, no options to choose.
You see me hurting, so very much in pain.
Hurting myself, but why don’t you notice?
I want you to notice.
Please, please just notice me.

Description
I never meant to do what I did.
This wasn’t supposed to hurt as bad as it does.
Alone, all alone.
Wanting to call out for you, but knowing I can’t.
Sitting on my bed, hugging my pillow.
Like in a sad movie.
Most of what I’ve done, has happened for a reason.
But I don’t know what this reason is.
I’m so confused, everything is broken.
My life is dead, but I still live.
I have to remember just to breathe, I never knew this would hurt as bad is it does.
I can’t rewind time, to stop myself from saying what I’ve said.
To stop myself from acting as I did.
So very sorry, as if I’ve done something wrong.
Lying alone in my bed, waiting for something to happen, although nothing does.
But what’s the difference?
Holding on to my last shred of sanity, I begin to cry.
It’s so overwhelming, this happened so fast.
Never so much tears have I shed over nothing.
I was told that I liked this, but as each day goes by, I begin to notice that I don’t.
I don’t need it right now.
So to stop hurting, I have to do this.
It’s the only way I know how to drain my mind of the pain that I have inside from this.
I know you hate it, but what else can I do?
I have no one to run to now, no options to choose.
You see me hurting, so very much in pain.
Hurting myself, but why don’t you notice?
I want you to notice.
Please, please just notice me.