When speaking to you I don’t say things right.
Iv never had been good at conversations.
I get lost in myself and afraid of whom I really am.

It’s killing me to make things right.
Makes me look at everyone with hate.
Pain in my eyes of what I saw in my days.
Stuck in my head, replays over and over.

No I don’t want this, I can’t take this.
Everyone I love I push away.
It brings me down for another day.
Pile upon more of my pain I can’t get rid of.

The hardest things in life are the things we have to do, but for who, no one
knows me, wont even look at me.
Cant talk to anyone, everyone hates me, and if I did they wouldn’t
understand.

They cant take it in and comprehend what I been through.
And so I lock myself away from the world, and picture days of happiness,
that will never be, and never could be for eternity.

 
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