death.

Have you ever wanted to die. To no longer cry. To never listen to people ask about your eyes. Why are they red. Why are you so happy. I'm sadly not happy. In fact I'm sad. I'm depressed. I hate me.... You hate me. So why not leave. Leave the immaturity. Leave the lost love and The memeorys of us. Of you It saddened me to know. I actually want to do it. I may smile. Or laugh. But Under. It. All. I . Want. To. Just. Die.