Daichiastray

I honestly don't know what kind of bullshit you be writing But maybe you should just die? I mean everything is so horrible You rap horrible You right horrible  You don't make sense Maybe your existence just don't make sense I don't know but either way maybe you should just crawl up in the ball and die for real for real And before you think about anyone left behind that care of about you it's all just a fragment of your existence No one cares about you You're rather off dead lonely in cold dirt where no one can see or hear you