Sometimes I dont know why
But the tears flow down my eye
And it hurts so much inside and out
For me to talk about
My past, Future and Present
I know one day Ill resent it
but I cant think straight, Im going insane
As I sit here on the window pane,
Should I jump and risk my life?
Or just simply use a knife?
No one knows just how I feel,
Im hopeing all this isnt reall,
The stress, anger and the pain
now theres nothing left for me to gain
Im slowly quietly going insane
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