Falling...

Sitting alone with no strength at all, Watching in silence as i begin to fall Slowly at first, gradually gaining speed. It's a long way down, but you know all you need Is for someone to reach out so you can just take their hand, With them there beside you, things won't look so bad. You dream of the day this could happen to you, Dream of all the things you know won't come true; Like changing the past so things end up different, But you can't change the past and you need to vent Your anger that's kept deep inside of your soul At the things you have seen, all the lies you've been told. You've been kept in the dark so many times you lost count, Waiting for some news without making a sound. Do they think you can't handle it? that you're weak or too young, That the truths going to hurt? but the pain's just begun. Every time they don't tell you what the hell's going on, You hide all the feelings, and all of the wrong They have caused brings you down to your knees In tears, as the pain stops your soul being free. It all gets too much and enough is enough, Your finding out slowly you're not as tough as you thought. You bottle it up till it all comes flooding back And you turn to a blade whilst you sit in the dark Of you're room, pressed up against the cold wall, Begging someone would come but there's no one at all. So you punish yourself for the way that you feel And the state that you're in must be your fault as well. They don't understand, they don't know the real you That is hurting inside, and if only they knew Just what was wrong and what was on your mind, They would just call you stupid and tell you to find Somebody that cares, trouble is there is no one around So in the end all you do is just fall down And your falling and falling and falling But sometime soon the ground will begin To appear just below you and then it will hurt When you smash into the cold and hard dirt. If only they'd reached out so you could grab hold, But that's not going to happen, you'll only be told To grow up and that you should just move on, But to you that phrase is a lot easier said than done. The good times are memories that you wish would come back, But you're left all alone falling into that endless black...