Don\'t no

I don't no how to love,
don't no how to hate,
is it just me,
or a family trate.

i don't no who i am,
or why i'm here,
i don't no what is going on,
so much that i fear.

i don't no what to do,
or anything anymore,
i don't no who you are,
what is my life for.

i don't no why i did it,
or why i make a fuss,
what's the point in living,
through myself under a bus.

people think i'm crazy,
that i'm totally round the bend,
but they have never tried,
triend to be my friend.

no one seems to think,
before they speak to me,
they all think that i'm a freak,
and that i'm being silly.

sorry aint been on for a while internet broke please comment and vote
jessxxx