Broken boy

I love to sleep 'cause I pretend that I'm dead But I hate waking up 'cause it's hard to forget That I've lost all control of this life that I've held so dear. And I wait for the bus But I'm not on the bench I'm just spread across the ground Making friends with cement Hoping that the bus won't miss me When it comes my way. Well I made a few jokes But they said they weren't funny. I tried to force a smile But they said it was ugly. I tried to make a friend. No one was a friend to me. Poured my heart to a girl And it went on the floor And I asked her what she wanted And she said she wanted more. Well I stand in front of the mirror And look at myself And I don't make a sound But my eyes scream out "help." And I start to struggle To hold myself back From thrusting my head Straight through the fucking glass. And I'm tired of falling For girls that don't care And breaking my back To try to make them aware That I'm more than depressed And their time won't be wasted. But I am just a broken boy That no one wants to play with. Now I'm lost in this hall And I'm sure I am stuck And I can't run away 'Cause I'm lazy as fuck. So I sit on the floor As I gather my thoughts And they're full of broken promises That only piss