I would like to die - I won’t lie

It’s so nice to be on a high

But then I just want to break down and cry

Who am I, if not just a guy

Why cant I just lay down and die

Do I really want to die?

Or is it I really can’t stand living in this dark, scary, cold-clouded sky

I really wish I wouldn’t cry but stand up and be a guy

But I don’t see I have the ability through my eye

I feel so hurt and alone I wish I could die

Is there an end to this clouded dark sky?

Ohhh why ohh why, can’t I just stand up and be a normal guy

With a wife and children and a sparkle in my eye

Is it cause I was ****ed up when I was a child or because I have this bpd, which makes me go wild.

I don’t know why, I just know I want to break down and cry.

Why oh why oh why did I allow them to **** me up so not to be a guy

Why didn’t I stand up and let out a cry, to that big policeman guy.

I hurt and cried, so hurt I wished and prayed I could die

School was a time I could break down and cry so not to be punished with a smack in the eye. I wish they loved me for the person I was, but NO they ****ed me up , so I lost that Childs look in my eye.

Was I ever a child or just a slave to the mean evil ****ers thought I was their child.

Why did they have me? To brake and crack me?

Why didn’t they look after me rather than let others pass me around and do what they did to me?

Am I ever going to be capable of having a family and a child?

A friend, girlfriend, wife, relationship or will they just run a mile.

What do I do when I have been left with pooh? Do you have a clue?