It hurts so much for being me.
I don't what I did but I will never be happy.
I say to myself that it does not matter
Because it will never be better.
I want to cry until there are no more tears.
I do not know what to feel but iit will not be fear.
I cry and there is no one to dry my tears for me.
My life is such a misery.
I ignore the pain that kills me slowly.
I hide it because I have the ability.
I'm so alone and lonely.
That is what I get for being me.
