You don't know this,
and I want to tell you,
but I dont know what you would do.
You cant see this,
you cant hear me screaming,
but Im not ok.
you see me smile,
you hear me laugh,
but inside ... 
I'm dying.
I dont know where to go anymore,
maybe it will get better,
but I dont belive it.
All I want,
is for you to hold my hand.
Lead me into happiness.
They use me, abuse me,
they break me and leave me.
Why should you be any different.
I'm expecting it,
preparing for it,
waiting for you to "kill" me.
So prove me wrong,
hold me hand,
and don't walk away.