The same question everyday
The question which makes my mind erupt into thousands
The question "How are you" is on the verge of killing me
I am tired of lying
Saying I am fine
When i am really not
I just want to disappear and end the fatal memories
How am I soppused to tell you that?
Life is slowly killing me
And  before its too late take me seriously
I am not joking no more
I am mentally tired of the nightmares
Who was I before life took advantage of my innocence?
The saddest part is
That before life hurt me
I was being hurt in other ways
So in my fate I was always soppused to get hurt

Am I thay worthless
That my happiness is my sadness
Help me
Before its too late
And the person typing this
Cant take no more pain.
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