Janie’s Got A Gun?
I wish I had a gun too.
No matter how hard I try to be happy, I can’t.
At the end of the day, well, at 4 in the morning, I crawl into my bed and cry.
Everyone calls me the attention seeker.
They don’t give a shit about me.
Or if I die.
But I don’t wanna die.
Not yet.
I want to disappear and go to Heaven for a day or two,
Spend time with God.
But I want to live.
But I can’t.
It’s confusing.
I feel dead.
If I feel dead why should I live?
I hate mom […]