My dear friend death is running late,
Doesn't he know it is my fate?
To join him and leave this evil place,
No more tears shall touch my face.
I want it to end but it just won't, and it kills…
…My enthusiasm each and everyday, even when I swallow my pills.
I hate myself, everything is wrong!
I have not been happy for so long.
I hate this life it's just …bad.
I hate it so much it drives me mad.
Why does this life make me suffer?
Each day gets tougher and tougher.
I don't understand what I have done,
All I ever wanted to do was to have fun.
I want to feel special, to feel I'm needed,
But I don't and look where it's headed.
To depression and gloom,
Why is it me? Living in doom.
I wake up in the morning and hope it isn't true,
But it is, another day to cope with, what can I do?
