Why do you ask why
I want to die?
Isn't it fucking obvious?
I'm fucked up, my life's a mess,
I hate my parents, I can't feel anything.
I can't even think of a time,
in the last five years,
that I was actually happy.
Why is there always yelling in my house?
My parents make life here
as bad as the holocaust.
Why do you think I want to leave?
I wish I had freedom
to do whatever pleases me
but that's impossible, downright indescribable
because my parents make it seem
that I will never be ready for the world
when I already am.
Maybe they just don't want me gone
but they have to fucking realize
that I absolutely hate them.
Apologize? Yeah right, bitch, what for?
For telling you to fuck off
when you yelled at me
for the stupidest reason.
I stole some medicine back
but you stole it from me first
and I wanted it back
so I took it and used that shit.
You wouldn't understand,
you never tried it,
it's what gets me by
when life has brought me down
and I dont know what else to do
it calms me down,
makes me happy, but also hungry.
It makes me not care
about anything bad and sad.
Why do you think it's bad?
Everytime we have family over
all you do is drink and laugh,
you wouldn't know that
we're smoking behind your back
and the thing is drinkings worse
than my medicine, it's good.
No harmful effects or anything like that
and you know alcohol is a depressant,
well my medicines a fucking anti-depressant.
It just puts me in a good mood
unless you are around,
making me paranoid as fuck,
you just make me wanna fucking die.
Damn. Maybe I do have some problems.
No, I definately do. No big deal.
Nothing my medicine can't fix.
As long as you're around,
I can't be happy without my medicine
and once I leave I'll still be smoking
because it's just a fun thing to do
but please just stay away from me,
I never ever wanted you.
