“Noone would care if I ceased to exist i have no real friends so I wouldn't be missed I think about dying each and every day so I found myself a very good way to end my sad life to be where I'm loved but suicide's a sin i can't go above to be in the clouds there just is no way but they say that there's hell maybe that's where I'll stay right now I feel it'll be better than here too bad my pleas noone cared to hear I tried so hard to shout out my heart too bad noone noticed i'm too pretty and smart with a perfect life yeah right's what I say so here in hell is where I'll stay here in this nuthouse held against my will and all because of that bottle of pills but they just didn't work much to my regret so I sit here in this bed and I fret will I ever get better? I really don't think so but to sit here and try many tears are in stow I know that my life will never be sane it seems i've lost in this crazy game of life and death already dead inside but death is all I think of where is my pride? so I sit here alone restrained to this bed and I think to myself how I wish I were dead”
