It seems like everyday i wakeup things just get worse.
Everyday im crying ,but no one knows Im hurt.
Im sick of living,and trying just to be let down.
Maybe one day people will understand when ive just vanished and im not around.
Maybe I will leave and no one would know.
Maybe one day i can see my funeral , see who acctually goes.
Until them im stuck here.
Crumbling and wasting my life away with tears.
Ill just hope and I'll just hope because, thats what I do best.
Ill slowly die all by myself.
With a bullet in my Chest.