Why

Is my life good or bad?Does it make me happy or sad?I just wish i could take it all back. I just feel I want to die because of the things that make me cry. When that's so I sit and I ask myself why? Why do I want to die and hide from all my fears inside? Why don't I just sit and make myself cry?

Why do my scars have to show on the outside? All they do is make me mope and whine. Why does life make me the way I am? Why can't life be good and let me stand? Why does it make me take another's hand?

Is my life worth living for? I can't take a peak all I can do is think and think. Should I stay and ask for help or should i die and rot in hell? Only I know and that's the truth. So just ask yourself what your past make of you?