How do you like my Song?

what do you do? where do you turn you are left so alone that all your feelings can do is burn

you feel abandoned you cant even talk stuck in an empty room like a seagull who has lost his flock

you are so close to the edge, all you can do is hate killing yourself is the only debate

No one even knows the real you they do not have a fucking clue

they think you are all fun and games when inside your are bleeding mentally insane

anger is your best friend but also is your worst the winner will help you kill yourself first

all your life you just wish one thing would change but in the end you are by yourself locked up in a cage

I am the person that you would never think would be the character in the story But when all you seem to have is lost, gone, and you are lonely It rips you apart on the inside

I have no where to go I am by myself, away from home It is dark Nothing has changed I am the same

better is what I have strived for when I look the the mirror it is the same

Giving up hope is what I do best Dont wonder why, because I will tell you Losing hope is like a bullet in your chest Put together the pieces and fucking figure out the rest

I wish I was on drugs Or was in the middle of getting killed by thugs

I wish people would understand I am the reject Please take me off of this land.

I will scream out one last time Is killing myself a fucking crime?

-Matt