Why must I feel this way? No one ever cares about what I have to say. But it doesnt matter. Atleast not to them. What happened to privacy? I dont go through their personal things. So why must they go through mine? Yet I'm the wrong one. No one's ever on my side. Sometimes I wish I could drift away with the tide. And go astride. No one would care. No one would even miss the color of my hair. This just isnt fair. Sometimes i just wish my life was over and done. I'm tired of this. I dont want to beat on things with my fist. That doesnt take away the pain. So should i just let my body hang? Let it go astrange, on a life less tree branch. No one still wouldnt care. So why must I? Shed tears and cry. I wish i could fly away into the sky. Or i could run, so far that eventually i would burn to ases in the sun. And no one would even care. So why must I? Because i hat my life anyway, so why must i live it day by day? I shouldnt. If i had a choice trust me i wouldnt. I really dont want to be here. Close by or near. I would volunterally leave with out no fear. Because no one would even shed a tear. Perhaps someone might have a split secong thought. But about what? No one cares enough to remember. So why must I? Its Just a waist of breath. So why cant i already breath my last? And hpefully forget everything about my past. Because no one else will. So why must I? Sit here and cry. And hear these peoples essential lie. Im ready to say my goodbyes and at last die. Because no one will ever care. So why must i??

-Im not depressed or going to comit suicide or nothing. Its just a poem that i was writing. And line after line. Thats what came out in a result. I hope yall like it, and understand it too.