Poet of the River (july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

I do all I can, yet still you can blame me?
Is it something I said?
Or just my personality..?
What can you see in me?
What more is there for you to say?
Should I try to make it right to you?
Or should I just go away?

Why do I try?
What can I ever hope to give?
I scream silently Why god WHY?
Is it so wrong for me to live?

No matter how many times I try to breathe in,
I still cannot catch my breath.
No matter how hard I try,
You still ask me to leave.
Even if I give everything,
You would have me go away,
To me, you meant everything,
When I call to you,
You tell me you have nothing to say.

Why do I try?
What can I give?
I scream out loud on my knees WHY?
Am I wrong, should I even try to live?

I would run a million miles,
To take away your strife.
I would shed a million tears,
And give mine to save your life.
I would fall,
To keep you from falling.
When you would scream,
I would answer your calling.

Why can't I make it right?
What can I do?
A mistake that I try to make right…
Is that all I am to you?

A mistake,
My life is a fake,
Is that all I can do?

What can I say?
What can I do?
This is who I am and I am hurting you...
I would lie down below your feet,
Silently six feet down.
A sleep without a heartbeat.
Then I know I could do no wrong.
When I can no longer make a sound.
And I can forever sleep.

Why should I try?
What could I give?
I no longer ask why.
I chose not to live.

I chose to die,
And I gave all I could give.

I remember that day,
How you made me leave.
You asked me to go away.
I knew you would never believe
I chose to take it that way.

Falling to my knees.
Searching the sky.
All of time chose to freeze.
The day I chose to die.

It was my choice, my decision.
It's not your fault, I was put in this position.

I will not cry,
Do not ask why,
It had to be this way.
I could have tried,
I should have tried.
But I chose to go away.