sometimes i wonder,"why was I born?,why did god create me?",mostly everyone i know told me that they hate me,I'm a cry baby i guess,who's scared and lost,and slits her wrist in pain,"why god?,why me?,this happens everyday",I just go cry,I always lie,I always say "I'm fine",but I'm not i need hope,care,and guldens,Before it kills me with the knife I use when I'm not capable,or the rope that hangs all down from my ceiling fan,or maybe even the poisoning I always hear that works,I starve,get no sleep,bully why can't you see the many more things wrong with me,you caused this all to happen,you caused me just to cry,I wanna go back every night,and find relief within my knife