Today I smile,
Today I'm fine,
Everyone is happy,
But I really want to die.
It's just a world right?
Nothing good about it,
But I won't see the light.
Not like it's surprising
I guess I'm just a ghost,
Probably never been the best.
Not like you care,
It's obvious I was a pest.
I'm just a kid with poems,
Can't do anything but lie.
But poems express,
How bad I want to die.
I guess you don't know,
Probably never will too.
But I won't say it, just a,
"I'm good, how about you?"
