i wish i was dead sometimes, cos i wouldn’t be here to face all this shit
i’m hated everywhere and that isn’t supposed to be my problem
but please just leave me alone i try for the stupid talks to not get to me but it’s very annoying
i hate stupid talks and more like stupid people
why was i born? do i have a purpose?
if i was meant to be perfect maybe i’ll be in a door to peace of mind.
most of the time i spend it thinking of how i’ll get rich or on how i’d be dead if i don’t get rich.
please i don’t know what i’m doing sometimes, i feel like i’m in hell but it’s not even hot.
destiny is where to be found? because i’m just in circles, daily life rotations and i’m tired of it.
i own my life and i have to make a change myself but maybe i’m not in the right stage of life to be perfect.
i always feel like i’ve been cursed but you know something, maybe i’m actually the curse.
this question keeps coming in, is death actually peace of mind? i don’t know how to die, is death actually this easy.
maybe i don’t understand anything about the life i feel i’m living