I'm so frickin mad.
His eyes lie in another world accusing me of my essence
My stars roam about the universe and I can't seem to fit in
It sucks a lot
And when my eyes scan the project paper, even in the dark, I can still see clearly
That five page essay makes me even more furious with my life
I hate this world
And when I say that I'll become depressed and kill myself
I don't mean a joke, I'd rather grab that psychopaths knife and bury it deep
I really want to die
My friends all hang out with enemies, does that make them enemies too
And the boring words each day that I suffer slowly
It's such a pain
Fire embers rise at the poking fingers that pester my concentration
I don't think I can take this anymore, it tastes like a sour berry
Another day I have to live
