Why do people talk about me,]
my pain why can't they see,
i try to be nice to you,
but the opposite is what you do,
it's myself you make me hurt,
everytime you make me feel like dirt,
why do they do this,
the wounds are so deep the scars they cannot miss,
why do they not see,
that slowly they are killing me,
my shatteered soul why can't anyone mend,
this is why my life will come to an end.
