Maybe They Where Right

I do everything I can.

To please you.

To please others.

Just so I can make it through.

Pretending I’m happy.

Wishing I knew.

You’ve changed so much.

I just don’t know what to do.

One mental break down after the other.

Not sure how much more I can take.

Everyone I know is fake.

I feel like I’ve got to be the strong one.

My shoulder is for everyone to cry on.

Well now its my turn to cry.

But every where I turn you’ve all gone away.

So I’ll sit here alone, wondering if the kids from my past where right!

Maybe I do just need to die!