I ask myself why?...
why am i here...
sometimes i think why?....
why cant i just die?...
sometomes i think why?...
why not act my normal self, shy?...
i ask myself ...
will people care if i die?...
sometimes i think...
am i invisible because i seem small like a fly?...
i ask myself....
why do i do this?....
cry,smoke and cut my wrist..
sometimes i think
how can anyone know what im going through?...
i ask myself....
am i the only one living in this life?.....
