But is it really?
In my own world there's nothing but pain and misery
There's no love, cause I can't feel it anymore
At night I cry myself to sleep
I can't seem to please anybody with being myself
If I change i'm still not good enough
So why don't you tell me what I can do
to feel that love that my friend's are so lucky to have
I loose my mind and drag the blade of death over my skin
You'd think it would help, but it don't
I find myself praying for death,
almost begging
One day I will have the courage to die
What then? would u miss me? or would u even notice?
I wait silently for the one thing that will finish me
Alone and crying in my own hated world
But you will never see me cry, no way
I'd rather die then show how much you hurt me
Tho, there is one thing you will always see
and that's how alone I will always be...