Sometimes i walk around as if my life is perfect but its not people always ask me why i seem so mad they ask me why I'm always upset lonely and sad but there are things people don't know about me things i wish i hadn't done people i wish would have stayed the thoughts that run through my head why would i care about dying when there is no point in living there is no life for me I'm blank my body is cold as ice there is nothing that would make me smile i just live my life wishing i could die a while then they will see there is more to me then you people think it to be i really don't care if i die as long as i don't live my life wishing why
