You try your best only to fail again and again. Your tired and you feel it it won't go away. Your always alone not Beacause you want to be but because you have to be.
You look at others and wonder how they can be so happy. Why can't you have that too?
You could ask for help but you can't explain it and they wouldn't understand.
You want to blame somrone for the pain you feel but all you have to blame is yourself. The would is moving so fast expantations are high and you don't want to be apart of it.

You use to have all these gouls and dreams now all you do is sit in your room to cry just like always. You take that razor blade and pait your Canvous to for once feel something.
You look at the meal only to push it away so you can feel good enough.
Your throat it burning like it's on fire when you down the voca. You take hits off your blunt for a release and to forget about your problems.
Mabey these things will kill you that's okay as long as the pain stops.

You look to your left and then your right there is no one there. They lie to you telling you that your not alone but you a accualy are.
They tell you to stay strong but that makes you angry because that's all you've been doing.

Its just a fase stop over reacting your fine. These are things they tell you because your bothering people just by being alive but no one cares no one has time for your problems.

Only the ones who understand
Care.