WHY IS WHEN YOUR GONE YOU STILL MY MY LIFE A LIVING HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1,2,3,4,5 i'll hate my dad till i die 6,7,8,9,10 now i'll slit my wrist again.

All that is left of me are my tears and screams

Seeing your face
i turn 2 the floor
i look up
follow the tears dripping down
turning around
there you are
screaming in my face

You caused my heart to break
you caused my arm to bleed
you caused my life to die

Becoming depressed is easy. but getting out of it is even harder

I forced myself to lie, That everything would be alright.

I see life as a bomb
Goes off at any time (death)
Hurts many people around you (grief)
I must be a suicide bomber,
i know when i'm going to go off.

Sick of living
Tired of trying to die.

I’m in serious shit, I feel totally lost
I’m all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed