Today

Today I am happy,
I wonder why,
Yet I still draw pictures,
That make me want to die.

For example I drew a picture,
It was an angel,
Maybe I should've drawn her,
Sitting on a well.

She had a stitched mouth,
Also a stitched neck,
Her wings are broken,
Because she is a wreck.

I also drew a picture,
Of a girl hanging herself,
You probably don't know her,
But she had a lot of wealth.

Weird *makes a confused face*