I have a problem
  I don’t know how to fix it.
  

  Life is life but what about risks?


  I sometimes want to get hurt or die,
               Just to see if they will cry.


If people will care,
         or go on with their incomplete lives
               or if they will come clean away theirs lies.


          To say they’re sorry,
         to apologise,
            is something I don’t even think they would try.


             So what if I died?
        would you really care.


         The darkest secret
                hidden inside,
      may not be what I hide
            every night.



                     so remember this when you look to the sky,
              for I love you and I just wanted to say goodbye...