When i only got, me, myself, and i

to deal with, I will always get brought

down. No matter how hard i try,

i wanna be a falling star, Fly

as high as an eagle eye,

my whole life is just a lie.

I ask my self every day, why am I even alive?

Is there a point to living? Why do I cry?

every time I feel so happy or is this what feel like to

...... Die