You can't break a heart that's already broken.

If everbody counted on the other person. Their will be nobody.
Who is my enemy?
Who is my friend?
When do people tell the truth?
When do people lie to my face? Who can I trust in this world?
When I die will I be missed?
Will people remember me for being good and strong? Will people know me for my biggest mistake?
Was running my biggest mistake?
Did it rank over all the others that will go unnamed?
In a world of love and hate where do I stand?
Am I good or bad?
What is the point where you are bad?
What is is that everytime when something can go wrong, it does go wrong?

Fuck it. Fuck it all.
Fuck the questions.
I am me and that's all I care about.
Fuck Jimmy, Johnny, Matt, Zack and Brian. I can't wait to take them down to hell with me.

Why is it that everytime I feel safe I am in danger?
Why can't I just be myself?
Why do I have to have no parents?
Why, why, why , why
Why me?

If I dress pink i'm preppy.
If I dress black i'm goth.
If I dress in short clothes i'm a slut.
If I have blonde hair I'm dumb.
If I'm a girl who plays foot ball i'm a prep.
If a boy puts on eyeliner he's gay.

If I'm inbetween the ages of thirteen to nineteen i'm a teenager.
The word teen has a negitive vibe.
We have almost nothing expected of us.

I'm going to explode.
I'm going to run.
I'm going to do somethign I've never done before.

All of these . who is,when, why, if, going to, and did(s). Why does it all matter? What's the point?