Pain is what I feel,
Happiness is what you’ll see.
No body can see the real me.
Everyone goes along with what they see on my face.
A smile I use as a disguise.
To hide the pain I cannot erase.
I’d be better off dead.
My whole life is red.
Form the endless bleeding,
that for some reason Rachel never dreaded.
A good friend I have met,
few good friends I carry in my heart.
The only ones there from the very start.
But how can I care if they like me...
if I don’t like myself.
I want to be someone different.
Anything other than what I am.
This will be my timeless end....
this will end my inside pain.
I’d rather be dead,
hoping to soon come across that black morning
I see Rachel’s face once again.
How I miss her so,
Hating she’s not here no more.
I want to die how she did too,
suicide
that pain will not compare to what I felt my whole life through
There’s nothing left to do.
Rachel, I’m finally coming up with you.
Don’t worry about your babygirl.
Janie,baby girlobably come too.
