Sometimes I wonder, who really cares. Sometimes I wonder, who actually wants to be there. Sometimes I wonder, why I try.
Sometimes I wonder, why I want to die. Sometimes I wonder, why lifes so full of hate. Sometimes I wonder, if I actually have a fate. Then I remember, what happened in December. Everything's gotten horrible sense then. I'm depressed...always have always been. She's gone and never coming back. She was the thing I need and now lack. My mom kept me alive. And now I always strive. She helped me through my pain, but now I have nothing to gain. I remember how I have nothing now, and my head fills up with a how... and now I think I may know, they know about my fear that I'm afraid to show.
