My life isn't ok, it's just bad, sometimes you just confuse me
If i should die or not
If i want to die i want to die
Im just thinking about it... And also i have to play it off, i hust wanna be left alone for a bit
When ever i vent and you say something about it it just makes me cry (no like litterly i started crying while reading that and in crying while typing this)
If i hate myself i hate myself
If i want to hurt myself let me hurt myself
And even if ppl would cry if i died, half of them would just laugh at me (for example, MABEY my dad..)
I just get confused when ever you give me this opion, to die or live, YOU JUST CONFUSE ME OK?!
......
Ik Alaska would cry herself to sleep every night for me.. But.......
I just.....
I just want another dad... Or another mom ok?
Or I'll just leave the house... If i could
This stupid quitine is keep me from running outside... And being happy
So if you have anyone to blame blame quinine