My feelings...

Lack of affection
Incomprehension
I'm not feeling loved.

Inside me, lack of life there is
I'm wanting to die
in a bed of roses I'll lie

Maybe then I'll be happy
Smiling will finally be free
Friends, you can trust and love
And you'll be flying like a dove.

Right now, we have to survive
Life is a matter of fighting
Surviving, fighting and never succumbing

But this thought never leaves my head
I'm sitting here on my bed
Who will I miss the most ?
And who'll really miss me ?