For you. For me.

I'm low on energy, it's killing me. I told you, if it's me or nothing - choose nothing. I'm afraid I'm going to die and leave something behind. If you see me, just walk away because saying nothing is better than speaking. I'd rather die than have some one ask me "why?" one more time. I'd rather die than meet some one new one more time. I'm lonely and it's killing me. Maybe I'll never be happy. I'll crawl out the window, cut the life line, kick the chair out from under me, pull the plug, whatever that means. Don't say "hi" to me. I'd rather die.