I'm filled with Depression and hopelessness
I've lost all hope in getting any better
In their eyes i can never do right
Im the mistake,a pure accident
So i fill myself with Depression
to rid the empty hole in me that needs filled
I eat away my mind with pain
The pain of the blade pressing up against my skin
40 lines of hatred
40 lines reminding me of the days,
the days i wanted to die
when the lonelyness was too great
and i didnt want to go on any longer
is there any hope left for me in this world?
Do i even have the right to live?
What the hell am i worth? Will i ever be loved?
I wonder about who will miss me,
Who would care if i was gone? nobody would..
Would the arguing stop? would all the fighting go away?
Will their lives be better without the burden of me??
