My Cries

No way in telling where I'm going.
Just have to get out of here.
This life I'm serving is only hurting.
The hardest part is just simply breathing.

I wish you heard my cries,
While I fill my mind with lies.
Telling myself you really care.
But then again you aren't here.

You could have saved my life.
If you heard those cries,
And still be by my side.
But instead I have to die.

If I must go then can I leave happy?
Let me waste away in your arms.
Your chance to say "goodbye",
And finally hear my cry while I die.