A Bad Feeling

Day by Day I lay in my bed,
Hoping wishing praying I was dead,
I can't stand looking in the mirror,
I'm still wait for that day when I will get prettier,
I will always have those voice that tell me my dark truth,
That no one can really love me no matter what I do,
I wake up every night think that maybe I’m someone brand,
But then I look in the mirror to see someone I can’t stand,
I know God created me,
and i know in his thoughts he thinks i am pretty,
but i will always find something wrong,
on my body i will always find something that doesn't belong,
Yet my tears will never stop falling,
and the voices in my head won't stop calling,
i just can't seem to get away,
like the sun all i want to do is fade into the day