Everyday I ask myself
Why am I still here...

I haven't been such a
Good friend to my best friend...

I see you suffering.
I can feel your pain...

Surveys are fun
To me...

Fustration. Depression. Complicated life.
The life of a teenager...

8th grade's past
And now high school's here...

After a while
Everything loses its purpose...

Life comes with many feelings
The feeling of being sad...

I wish I could stay small and young
I wish I could stay a kid forever...

What is the thing called time?
The thing that controls...

I feel so trapped
Stuffed in a box...

Every now and then
I become suicidal...