Save me from this little place called home
All it is...is a new type of hell
pain, fighting, thoughts about death is all that is left
i try and try but nothing i do is ever good enough for you
im the one mistake you cant take back
reread your life story
try to cover me up with whiteout
burn my pictures, stab my heart, hurt me now
sadly dreams arent real
i try and try but nothing helps
pills for my pain?
bandads for my blood?
why am i still here?
maybe its because of those things called feelings
kill them all
dont live a life you dont like
dont live a life thats not for you
die young you say? save myself from pain?
help people.
die now?
worthless....stupid...thats all ive known
Darn!
why do people care about me so much?
this was easier in my head..
but to most of my "friends" im already dead.