My last words shall be known on this very piece of paper.
Noone will ever see the pain in my head.
Bent, and broken down...I'm falling apart.
Inconciderate about how I feel.
This world has no concideration for anybody else.
Noone even thinks of me as a person.
I'm just living in a dream that will soon be a nightmare.
Never to be loved, or lifted up.
Always think I'm lieing about everything I say.