I don't know.
I don't know what to do, and how.
How do I live my life.
What's this feeling I have, whenever I have to speak.
The words fall from my lips and I don't know what I've said. I don't know what I've done. If I could just hide away and not have to worry.
Not have to care. I wouldn't be happy still. I'll never be happy.
Why?
I'm not popular. I don't have friends. I don't have people to tell me no. Or to tell me when I need to stop. I don't have anyone.
It doesn't feel right. This isn't my purpose. I should be loved. Everyone should be loved. Yet I'm not. God has taken that gift away from me. The chance to love and to be loved. I don't have that.
I'll never have that.
No one will let me be happy.
I'll never be happy.
I'll never be loved.
