Sure this life is called the present, people think its a gift, I just wish I could return mine.

I don't know if im flying or falling.

Sometimes when I say "oh I'm fine."
I want someone to look me in the eye and say "tell the truth."

Why do I act so strong but inside I'm really dying?
Why am I still alive when all I want to do is die?
Why do I always fail?

Will somebody please just tell me when it comes to be my time to go to that place where it doesn't hurt anymore? I don't care if that place is heaven or hell as long as i do not have to feel this pain anymore than any place is alright with me!

Why is god not allowing me to go to that place where I can not feel the pain? It all hurts so much! The breathing, the living, the EVERYTHING!
Why does nobody love me enough to do the honors of putting me out of my misery?

SICK OF THIS WORLD TIRED OF TRYING WHY CAN'T SOMEONE LOOK AT ME & SEE THAT I'M DYING ?

WISHING I WAS THAT OTHER GIRL SO I COULD BE ACCEPTED IN THIS COLD WORLD :(

My walls are made of bricks
so no one can get in
life's game is breaking me
so me or life, who's gunna win?

Pushing aside all those disorders and imperfections
I keep saying there's nothing wrong with me
People believe every sh*t I say but when they come closer
I can't explain all the cuts and scars that's on me