Teenage Suicide

You look at me like you can see inside my head

to the nightmares I have where everyone I love is dying

And you're trying,

you're trying too hard,

and can I say, darlin'

desperation never looked good on you

Because to you I'm just another teenage suicide,

numbers on a spreadsheet,

Another broken down, clockwork kid you wished you'd never meet

You'll never doubt me, never forget me

This is the kind of tired you'll always feel in the back of your mind

Author's Note

Three separate things I failed to put together nicely. This is not, nor ever will be complete.