There's nothing really to say
I was just always mad
Barely happy
I was looking for something
But I had no clue what
My parents always
Got me stuff trying
To buy my happiness
Soon they just stopped
I slowly became
Alone
I started thinking
Of all the things
I wanted to do
And ask
Do I really want
To do those?
The answer was usually
No
I began to think
There was nothing
So I thought I was nothing
At the time
I didn't have a reason
To live
They thought I need help
They were wrong
I needed a reason
But at last I have one
And I know what
I want to do
But that's a different
Page for a different
Time