I don't feel like smiling. I don't feel like crying. All I want to do is stare. I don't wanna talk or even look at you.
I wish the world could end me, I'll gladly except my death. I'm actually waiting for it.
I can't bear the name of losing everyone and everything now. It's better to lose myself.
I can't except the cruel reality of my life. People don't care if you're dead inside. All they know is to judge.
If I'm smoking, I'm a bad human with bad influence. But did you ask why I started smoking?
If I'm drinking, did you ask why?
If I'm crying, did you ask what made me cry?
No. So please let me alone now. You can't help me now. It's too late.
Very late. I'm on the edge of killing me.
