why wont people kill me?
why wont they hurt me?
even when i want it?
even when i deserve it?
why wont this life leave me?
why am i still alive?
I think three times would be enough to do it...
why is life fucked up for those of us who just want to be happy?
and for other... life is good for them but they're too fuckin blind to see...
why is my life so fucked?
why do i sound so selfish?
why do i always get depressed when i go home?
why cant i get what i deserve?
why dont i get what i want?
and then when i get it... why do i always get it taken away?
as if life is trying to show me how good life could be if i was some one else, but no, because im the little fucking accident i am i cant be happy, i cant be fun, i have to be this emotional swing with too many voices to count.
truth is i dont fucking like where i am...
i want to end
i dont want to feel anymore
i dont want to be anymore
why cant i just fade away?
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4 comments:
i hate when you talk this way
i hate when you dont tell me what's wrong
i can't tell you how many nights i go home and cry
"why is life fucked up for those of us who just want to be happy?
and for others... life is good for them but they're too fucking blind to see..."
I could not agree with you more.
We don't talk anymore. =/
who gives a fuck about the rest of my life?
That may seem mature, but it's incredibly naive.
You don't know yet, Carl.
And it's not like anyone can decide to be happy.
I don't know how YOU define a "good life," but don't go thinking yours is worse than everyone elses.
And don't brand people 'blind,' when all you know is your own troubles.
Hell, from the outside looking in? Anyone could say the same damn thing to you.
Do you really want to be happy?
Get there.
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