With music driving into my head.
I wonder what will I do to my self.
Will I cut?
Will I sit and cry?
Will I just die?
No one knows,
No one cares,
But me.
It’s hard,
I cant bare it.
What am I doing wrong?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Scared and alone,
Lost without contempt.
Longing for answers.
Now I write in my book,
All of this,
For what?
