I hate my life and everything in it.
i hate the world and it hates me.
i think bad thoughts and slit my wrists.
why must people label me?!?
just because I'm always depressed and wear different clothes.
dint tell me to be Happy or that it will be OK!!
if you dint like me then don't pretend you do.
just because i smoke, get drunk and have sex doesn't mean you can label me.
just because I'm bi doesn't mean you can call me weird or look at me different
if i had the effing chance id jump off a ten story building right now!!
i have to be happy somehow ...
or would you rather i killed myself right here right now??
in fact suicide doesn't sound that bad when you think about it.
you can call it running away or escaping or taking the easy way out ...
all that effing tells me is that you dint know how much it effing hurts!!
