What’s wrong with me,
Why can’t I just see,
I’m always feeling lonely,
Pain has just consumed me,
My body aches whenever I fell this way,
People try to help but never have anything good to say,
I wish I have somebody to hold in my arms,
I wish I have somebody to protect from harm,
But I know that no one ever wishes to hold me,
Rather than being my friend, they want to be my enemy,
I don’t care about them anyways,
They all can die is what I’ll say,
I don’t even want to be here anymore,
Most tha girls that are left are whores,
I could care less if I’m alone of some sort,
So when I die no one will be severely hurt.
 
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