i'm a horrible and miserable person,
Maybe one day i'll end up in prison.
I can't help other people,
Because they see me as an apple.
An apple that keeps the doctors away,
That keep telling my self to sway.
A voice echos in my dream,
The voice said "they hate you,so think about suicide and it will help you."
And everyday in my life,
I keep asking my self to die.
I know the best answer on the top, but i can't say it out loud because my breathing just stopped.
