Sometimes my life is a mess.
Some days I need a friend or two.
Alot of time I want to be held or have someone give me affection.
Other times I don't want to be bother by anyone but that doesn't last too long.
Some nights I don't want to live.
Almost everyday I don't want to see the sun.
Everyday I fake a smile and hope it look genuine.
Or as genuine my sad state allows me to be.