As much as I would like to care for them,
They were suppose to be my fuc kin friend.
I don't care, their meanless to me,
They never understood me, the pain they did not see.
What kind of people should you actually trust?
No one would be called a friend, because I don't trust people very much.
Its also my feelings that they do not feel,
This life just seems more easier to kill.
Their suppose to be my parents so why do they sit on their ass?
I'm decaying in pain and I'm dying too quickly, I hope their glad.
They twisted my mind, and shattered my life,
They gave me most of my pain they gave me most of my strife.
I look in the mirror and what do i see,
I see a dead zombie girl, I see something so ugly.
Why do I have to be me?
Why do you live this life story?
You'll get tortured by the world until you die,
You wont be filled with happiness, you'll be filled with lies.
Why don't you just go on straight to heaven,because theres nothing left for you here,
You have already lost everything, your better off there.
So get going this chance only happens before you fade,
You already have a weapon, so look at your wrist then the blade.
You'll go to heaven and fly away,
You wont have to feel pain at all each day.
