Me my life and i

Shes pretty popular even though shes depressed

my life is the opposite and a depressing mess

my friends that are a round me will never really no

how deep and awful my feelings even go

the cold that shivers down my spine

even on a hot day the shivers are still mine

i can look at people all bright and alive

i look at my own and don't no if i can survive

the knife in my hand the blood on my wrist

the pain was like a surrounding mist

all i could see was red water on my hand

i know i should never of been on this land

i feel myself wake up inside

all these feelings I've had to hide

the words are spilling from my lips

the confused faces sail around like ships

i try to sort it out but it starts again

trying to write down my feelings with a pen

in my hand is clutched the knife

still stained with blood willing to take my life

the knife goes next to the skin to be cut

the door on my life is bolted shut

she is pretty poplar even though shes depressed

mine is the opposite and a total mess

she is pretty popular and always kissed

i really doubt when I'm gone ill be missed