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Why must I act when Im around people,
Why must I pretend to be ok?
Clearly Im not, but you shrug it off.
Act like I don't matter, I don't exist.
How sick I am,
Sick to death of acting alive,
I fucking tried, you know I did.
I tried to fucking survie.
But was only pushed back down,
Pushed aside to the darkness,
Sick of feeling this way,
Sick of fucking acting like this.
Happiness is all I want,
To smile, to laugh..to be normal..
Is that too much to ask for?
Is that too impossible to happen?
To be normal,
That's what I want,
To feel alive, to feel loved.
For once in my fucking life...to belong..
Assumations running through my head.
I dont know what to do,
I guess Im better off DEAD!
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