The "real" me

Sometimes I jus twant to do it.Pick it up and light it.No ones here to stop me.I'm so confused.I don't know why I haven't done it already.I mean I got no one and nothing to live for.No one cares if I live or die.SO why should I? It's like I got no purpose.So why should I keep living this life of misery.If I was murdered tomorrow,would anyone even look up?No, course not.Cause no one cares about me. No one there to hold me in their arms and tell me everything will be alright.But I gotta get used to it, cause no ones ever gonna be there to stop me from showing the real me.

the poem"Helo" also goes with this...hope u like it's kinda old...