Whats wrong with me,
why do i never feel free,
sometimes it feels like the whole worlds problems,
hitting hard like there raining down on me,
why cant i be happy,
all i do is moan,
im loosing almost everyone,
even sick of my own weary tearful tone,
Im undecided in every aspect of my life,
sometimes i think im dying,
dreaming of that knife,
although i dont enjoy it,
the pain makes me feel reality,
nobody knows this,
but somehow it explains,
helps me be me.