• I feel so alone
    Like I’m dead
    Except with people
    Calling to me saying
    “are you ok?”
    And all I say is
    I feel dead
    And there’s nothing
    I can do about it.
    There’s nothing that’s really awesome
    That’s not going to me
    feel alive only cause
    I feel
    Sad, alone, and not on this planet.
    And yet people still say they know me…
    They don’t know the real me
    The real me lives in a graveyard.
    Sleeping night and day in a casket.
    Slowly rotting away
    With nothing to remember
    About my so called great life.
    Or so they said on that very day I never woke.
    The next day people said such lies
    I felt like I should of never died
    I should of said something
    So she wouldn’t of chopped my head off
    And say you weren’t suppose to live past 3 months
    That’s why they chopped my head off
    That’s why I will always feel dead like there’s no one who understands me
    No one that will know that my parents killed me