sometimes i wonder why try
why not lay down and die
it would be so easy
to just give up and die
there is no reason or why
i hate life and living
it hurts each day
to have no reasons
no friends
no future
no anythin
just the blankness
the only fun there is
is weekends to see some friends
but they don't come round no more
why
cuz i changed
im not happy
i dont hide it
i drink too much
im no fun
they dont like my "friends"
whatever the reason
they just dont come
so i am left
with a drink in one hand
and a knife in the other
lets see what happens
when noone comes