I hate when I tear up and start to cry
it makes me feel ungrateful
I have it good you know
Food
Friends
A nice family
A roof over my head
What's there to cry about
How lucky I am?
I hate it
I wish I could scream and shout and tell everyone about my problems
But my problems are nothing, nothing at all
Sometime It makes me want to disappear
Have no one care about me
so I would have no reason to stay on this earth
And I could just plummet to my death
I hate when I tear up and start to cry.
