Leave behind everything that has ever caused me pain. The day I die, I hope it rains. Nothing can make me happy anymore. All those things that used to flew out my hearts front door. I refuse to answer the phone. My heart has transformed to sone. I can’t feel anything except unhappiness, pain, and lonliness.
I can’t believe my life has been filled with so much phoniness. As I sit here in my uncomfortable zone crying all alone. No one understands the emotions I feel. They try to make me deal. They don’t know how many times I’ve thought about knocking at Hell’s Gates. The don’t know about all the pain I’ve felt before. Pretend to be happy while I think about how I should die. I already know no one will cry. Someday soon it will be the day I die.