I’m sitting her thinking about my life.
How many things I’ve seen and heard.
But now I’m ready to end this sh!t.
I don’t see the point of being here any more.
Even when I’m in a room full of people I feel alone.
I scream at the top of my lounges but no one seems to care.
I wonder if I’m even wanted.
If I where to die would u care?
Or will the memories with time fade?
Would u help or just turn away?
This is how I feel every day.
Just remembering and hating my self even more.
But here I am all alone.
Sometimes I think that I’m barely known.
But now is time to say good-bye to the ones I love.