I’m a afraid i’ll cry. I might just do it just want to die i can’t escape no matter how hard i try i’m trapped in a insane place of no hope. i mope around hoping i’ll find happiness but theres no commentsÂ w
hen I stand in the park smoking, my last cigarette every whisper I can hear is about me. People think Iâ€™m a suicidal basket case! I stand in the dry blistering wind sulking in my deep deep sorrows for no one cares.Â I look in the mirror and feel like puking.