People say everyone's different,
everyone's unique
But why is that so different,
for me?
People hate me and torture me,
they make my life a living hell
I'm dead inside...it may not show,
but you could tell
If you could see me,
when I'm in my bed late at night,
crying because,
I hate my life
I wish I knew why,
people hate me
I wish I knew why...,
UGH! PLEASE SAVE ME!!
I hate my frickin life!,
my life frickin sucks!
I hate it so much,
I used to cut
And the only reason,
I don't anymore
Is to please the little bit of friends,
I have anymore
They would freak,
if I did it again
But I seriously wish,
this could all just end
