Okay I say I am but i'm really dyeing inside every word every movement of my lifeless body seems to be a challenge for me these days I don’t know what I have gotten my self in to but I don’t know how to escape it, and I'm dyeing with every passing seconded of the earth that I have been brought into, forgive me I say to the man we say is above us

Forgive for what I have done, forgive me because I know I should be happy I have a lot in my life I should be grateful for I have both my parents and a shelter to live, I know I should put on the face that says I'm happy but the I don’t want to do it any more I just want to be gone.. Im sorry forgive once more..

I can’t get theses thoughts out of my head like I should … that’s all I can say to my self I want to be happy I really do but then my arms become the pain of realness they become my tissue for the night . How do I stop how do I quit..

I just want to be happy like everybody else no matter what the consequence