Why Me?

Why was I born into this life
of misery, greif and strife
That's why I pick up the knife.

I draw it across my skin
I don't care if this is a sin

I want to be happy
but i never will
Especially since they gave me that wretched pill.
I am always feeling ill

I am going to end it all
Watch my broken body fall
Fall deep into the ground.
As I end it all.
Happiness i now have found.