January 25, 2010
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I was sick, but more than that, I was mad
It was to the point I couldn't eat
I was sick, I was sad

I think about the good times I had
And wish when I were alive
I wouldn't of kept being bad

I run to the bathroom
noone noticed, noone asked a thing
It wasn't some mask or costume
Just a hurt past

I never had put a finger in my throat
I never pictures I was going to die
It was a disease but i couldn't keep afloat
My body just gave up, and so did I.

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