Feeling blue

I'm thinking about suicide,
twenty four seven,
but i know its not my destiny,
Neither would i reach heaven

So let the insults be,
Let the jeers be,
Let it all,
If that can satisfy Ur mortal,

When loved by no one,
ure all depressed and sullen,
they come to spill salt,
on Ur already painful wounds,
They don't care,
Neither do they give a damn,
They just stand and stare,
Or just insult u and become players,

For all the people who hate me,
I hate you too,
For all the mortals who detest me,
You've succeeded-cuz i don't have any feelings
apart from feeling blue.......