He just doesn't understand what I'm going through
He doesn't know what it's like to lose a mother figure
He doesn't know how it feels to lose your only granddad
He doesn't know how it feels to be so low every day that you don't think you can make it
How it feels to want to die every day of your life
How it is to regret almost every thing you ever done
how it feels to make yourself sick worrying
He doesn't know how it is to worry about anything and everything and not be able to control it
He doesn't understand that a really good day consist of being with one person and seeing another and to go all day with out thinking "I wish I could die"
