I don't have a happy life, but it isn't the worse.
I cry alot, but sometimes I smile too.
I feel like dying, but there are times I love to live.
It hurts alot inside, but it goes away now and then.
I don't like being me, but is it really as bad as it seems.
I can't stand other people, but I do miss their company.
I am me, but I'm also just a human being.
