You think that I can't hear you
You speak it like it's all true
I listen to your voices
And think about my choices
But there is not much I can do
Though I try to ignore
All I do is hear more
And I start to believe
In all the comments I receive
They're much worse than before
They laugh at me when I cry
Even though I try
So hard not to break
I always make a mistake
I wish so much to die
Maybe then they'd care
Yet that never do, I swear
Cuz I'm just a waste of space
In which anyone could replace
No one could tell the difference there
So then I'll say good bye to life
Just to end the strife
It's been a good run
But it seems like I'm done
So now I'll take the knife
YOU ARE READING
2015
RandomSomething to let me keep track of everything... Everything's true in this journal... But it may seem a bit confusing at times... Thanks for reading ^-^ (WARNING: THIS JOURNAL IS VERY DEPRESSING AND I TALK ABOUT SUICIDE)
