I remember feeling a sense of misery
Taking morphine like candy
Wanted to be understood and cared for
But could someone truly understand me
How can they understand me without judging me?
The night I died was the happiest night of my life
I just want to be closer to heaven
I hate being left alone with my thoughts because I'm not good enough
I can't love someone like they imagine to be loved
I can't care for someone the way I would like to care for them
I just want to live a happy life
but is it too good to be true?