The world feels so painful.
I feel hurt, can't breathe.
Everyone hurts me.
They all taunt me.
I feel sad.
They're all bad.
All making it hard.
I feel only myself.
Why do they love themselves.
And make a person hate oneself.
Had friends, but they're gone.
Outta my life.
I want some back.
But that may be just above the rack.
I'm out there.
Out there.
Outside the open field.
Staring at the stars.
There's no cars
The sky's so clear I might just see Mars.
It's all black, blue and white.
It's all so beautiful and bright.
Everything's all free.
But not like me.
My pain stings like a bee.
This cool wind.
This cool breeze.
Blowing past my black hair.
My hoodie blowing like hair.
The grasses fluttering in pairs.
I'm all ears.
And it's all silent.
It's all quiet.
The beautiful view.
It makes me feel all new.
No problems to view.
Too bad.
Too sad.
This moment can't last forever.
