I have become...

What kind of time do i take up
with every moment i waste staying in touch
when no one cares about me
i just want to sit here and bleed

I don't like the way my life is sain
but i cant stop the way is became
I have to sit here when its pouring rain
It feels like i got strucked by a train

I would like to give up
But what kind impression would that be for other that look up
It hurts so much, you don't understand
Its like I'm lost on an island with nothing but sand

I'm lost and coming undone
Its only a matter of time till my dad is saying, what happened to my son
I hide my feelings from those i love
So they don't see what i have become..