School, Friends and Fear;
Being rejected and being called a freak
Is a scary thought for someone like me.
So I retreat into my little Tunnel of protection
Where I see no light,
And feel no warmth,
With no one to hug,
And no one to care.
Everyone is dead but who really cares
Depression, Angst and the scary thought of Death
I handle it by smoking alot of meth.
Afraid and scared,
Without anyone to care.
I have a Mother,Brother,Sister,Father and an Aunt who is dead
My Aunt,
She loved, she cared
And we lost her
Because of me....
But she is now free,
So why cant I be?
She always said
That I have to remember
That there is a always a light at the end of this tunnel.