I feel like crying. I can never cease these thoughts of dying.
I might seem happy, but trust me I\'m not. Some people fake it like a robot.
I feel so empty and broken. I feel like I\'m so outspoken.
No one is listening. I feel like when I speak, It\'s nothing but the wind whistling.
I\'m starting to hate the way that I cope. It\'s hang from the clouds or hang from a rope.