Sometimes I feel like there is nothing there.
Like I could die and no one would even care.
Everyday I think this way more and more.
And try my hardest to keep people from coming in my heart's door.
Because of all my hurt and my pain,
My feelings inside me I will detain.
If I really told you, you wouldn't care anyway.
Even if I told you I die inside, day by day.
My heart now has ice pumping in it.
It runs through my veins and into my heart where it sits.
It is something to cause me not to care.
I finally see why they say that life isn't fair.
Inside me is this person calling out.
"Someone help me, I am lost in my world of continual doubt."
To live in my world is to live in pain.
You would want to die to if you seen what my life contains.
There are crossraods at every point in everything I do.
I always seem to make the wrong turn, which is all the more shit I get
myself into.
There is only a certain few who see the real me.
And even then, sometimes I put on a fake smile and act happy.
I go through so much more than what people know.
The pain and the suffering, to my heart it all flows.
I sit alone by myself and think about my terrible life.
Crying myself to sleep over the pain and the strife.
I have to stop getting too attatched to someone.
Everytime I do, I lose them and wonder what I have done.
To me, everything is my fault alone.
It all comes down on me, being pushed and thrown.
So don't think you know me because you don't know me at all.
You'll soon see how it feels to climb and then just fall.
To feel like you are nothing...
To no one or anything...
To have more than a little anger and pain.
 
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