Venting But Also Random Shit I Say Or Think

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All the kids are depressed,nothing ever makes sense.I'm not feeling alright,staying up till sunrise,and hoping shit is okay.pretending we know things.I don't kniw what happened.my natural reaction is that we're scared.

Before you go,was there something I could have said to make it all stop hurting?it kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless.

I wish that I was good enough.

I just wanna be somebody to someone oh,I wanna be somebody to someone oh,I never had nobody and no road home,I wanna be somebody to someone

You remind me everyday,I'm not enough but I still stay