Sometimes I just wanna give up.
Sometimes I wanna end it all.
I hate feeling like I don't matter, but thats all I feel.
I hate feeling like no one needs me.
The feeling that creeps up on you at 3 am
The crying, the hurting, the burning
The wishing that you could just disapper
Feeling like all you are is a problem
Is death the answer?
If Iil died would you care?
Would you remember me?
Would you cry?
Or would you be happy that I'm gone?
Happy that the dumb gay bitch is finally dead?
