Who cares

What is there to care about
If I don't even have a doubt
about anything in this world
When I die I will be sent to the underworld

For everything I have tried to do
it comes out worse and worst because of you
I don't Know why I act this way
I have ran and tried to get away

Try to be free be my own person
I was afraid of you so my face turned to crimson
There is the reason for why I turn my back
because my heart is very black

it's not because of you it's because of me
It's my fault that clearly I could not see
That the deep hatred in my soul
was my fault because I could not be whole

I am afraid of being so very glad
So thats why I'm always so very mad
My inner happiness is afraid to come out

maybe because I'm not there to shout
For I am sorry If I spoil your day
For me the sky is always gray