What's Next

When you sit and think and all that comes to mind is how much pain you feel, what's next. You try to think of bright days but nothings ever real, what's next.

I hurt so much with no one to turn to no one to help me in my deepest fears, what's next. I want to kill the pain and be happy agian I've thought of death, what's next.

I open my heart to love but hate comes out I want to be mean but this is me without a doubt, what's next. How can I have the world on my shoulders and no one to help with the burden I look left I look right theres not a true friend in sight, what's next.

I look around and see so much joy and laughter why do I have so much pain. What the f u c k is my conscience after, what's next. I have made mistakes but I suffer the worst why why why! Who cares about the fact I hurt so much, what's next.

I try to show joy but it comes out wrong I thought I had friends but they were fake all along, what's next. How much pain can one person bare, what's next.

What's next you ask. *Put the gun to my head *cries* well* pulls the trigger *white light flahes* That's what's Next