Written in Bold.

I can't seem to comprehend the places I've been.

Or the things that I've done, was it all just for the fun?

Or was it just for my own stupid game and put everyone else at blame..

Could I really be crazy, have a screw loose?

Is it bad that most of my thoughts lead to a noose..

They say life is all sunshine and rainbows

Then why am I stuck here locked inside my head with a deadbolt?

No pain? No suffering? 

Not me, my life just is constantly buffering. 

They say I'm just a teen going through a phase.

Hate to tell em I'm not playing games.

This is real life my emotions..

Don't believe me?

Pull up my sleeve and watch me bleed! 

Okay this is getting a little deep

Not gonna lie I hate what I've become

But what's done is done.

Being crazy isn't so bad

But I feel really awful for my dad.

He deserves more then me..

Sad it turned out this way

But what else can I say?!

Sorry doesn't cut it no more!!

All i beg for, urn for, is that love before I fucked up.

But now I just sit here and twittle my thumbs

Nothing will ever make the enternal pain go away

Oh no that shits here to stay..

So as I sit here lost in my thoughts it's time to get head right

No matter the cost..

Fake it to make it?

That's what I'm told..

So that's what I'll do.

My life written in bold....