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Through The Door
Yes, again I sit her & complain about life.
Ha... it's funny that sad things are all I can write.
People are stupid, family is pointless, & friends are immature.
In these situations... you're better off alone & sore.
Since when did life have to be so confusing?
I don't have anyone to depend on & 3 months ago, I did.
Hell... 2 weeks ago even.. I keep losing.
To all of my alleged friends, a farewell I must bid.
This gets tiring... complaining about everything.
It seems that all I do is whine & cry.
Everything I do is pointless
& I keep saying how I want to die.
I know that people think all this about me,
yes... shockingly I can see.
I don't really give a fuck anymore,
All anyone gets from me is a closed door.
