Its the same shit, but different day
I have nothing to do and nothing to say
Its like i am dead, but from inside
I dont care anymore about doing right
Ppl are telling me to enjoy life as much as i can
but they have no idea in what kind of shit i am
Cant stand seeing all those happy ppl around me
Why them and not me?
I know now for sure that i dont wanna live anymore
Why would I, what for?
You see, i suck at writing
I can see you at home laughing and crying
I just wrote this, but that just proves how bored i am, and you see how bad i am at writing....sorry if you had to read this poem