This is me

why am I here
why do i have to listen to you
shout scream whisper to me
can you just talk normally to me like every one else
then hiding your true voice
why am i here
with the people who hate me
talk be hind my back
why am i here
when i have nothing, nothing at all
i don’t even have you
why am i here
to live my life as a normal person
to be the same as every one else
i cant do that
i want to be me
if you like it or not
i want me to be me
ugly cute, happy sad depressed alive dead
why am i here
to cry at night to cry when I’m unhappy
why am I here
i am here to die and live my life as i want
but i cant do that with the people
who hate me who don’t want anything to do with me
ill just die now with them pills
maybe a knife
to overrated they all would say
jump off a building a bit drastic they would say
ill just die when i have to
then it wont be overdramatic for all them people
we let control are lives control every thing
ill just die now
i wont miss one of them