No one really understands my life,
I feel like two million people are stabing me with a Knife,
Sometimes I just want to run away and hide,
And forget about everything and act like I died.
Everytime I turn around it is another stare,
and I feel like nobody cares.
If I had a gun I would shoot myself,
Then no one would have to care about me and my health.
I pray to God for people to accept and understand,
But God just won't make that a demand.
I cry myself to sleep everynight,
And I wake up in the morning with tons of fright.
I do not want to go on with my life being this way,
I wish I had a true heart that could stay.
Everytime you see me I smile and laugh,
but really inside death andepression is making a path
Friends will be there and help you for the moment.
But after that it will be gone.
I am crying tonight,
But by tomorrow I will act like I'm all right.
I must put on a show everyday ,
or else someone will have something to say,
I wish my life wasn't this way
A jumbled mess of depression in everyway!