You look at me as if I'm inocent
As if I've never done no wrong
And that I will always be inocent
But what you don't know
Will never hurt you
Like the fact that I drink and smoke
I also get depressed alot
When I'm not with you
And want to scream and shout
I get so mad sometimes
And want it to all end
And escape it all
I have two paths
One to live and one to die
I know I'm chosing the wrong one
But to live is to die
And to die is to die
Another awesome poem... I used to feel like this a lot, too. I especially like the ending.