life hits us everyday, we are strong enough to fight
I go to school with a smily face
can't you see it's fake ?
cause my eyes are bleeding tears but you just focusing on my mouth
yes,I feel good enough when I cry
I feel full of problems
just with my brain
I have friends,good grades,house and a happy family
no one wants to see the dark side
the side that tell me to die
to **** my self so it will go away
like my soul and my body
the side that tell me I cant conjugure the verb 'Im  good enough'
in an affirmative way
the side that tell me to try harder even I get an A
my body said to me "we are dying stop hurting us "
but my brain lied to me and say "try more because we want u to be dead"
so in my sweet 16 I'm in the cemetery under a grave with my name
plus a PS
"This the girl who can't conjugure the verb I want to be okey"