I'm dead and gone

I dont even know  why am here

Theres no one here for me 

I already know i have no freinds

no likes me 

like i dont even know why am here

it so hard to fight

trying not to relaps i cant do i know that

buts it so hard 

trying not to cry 

try to not show my feels

cuz i half to show that im strong 

cuz i half to show that am not week

cuz im already a target

telling people that im fine when i wanta cry and die 

but i half to show that im fine

even though my father going for segeriy real soon

and how people see me 

i love it when people like me

i want people like me 

even when i listen to eminen 

tell me not to be afraid 

but may be I am 

I dont think i have depresson 

fucking a my aunt want s to put depression pills down my troat 

cuz she think i am 

she kepts telling the doc that i am ..... 

to be countioue may be