Sometimes i feel so alone, so ugly.
Music helps me to feel better,
but only for alittle while until the pain comes back.
I hate the way i look
no one ever understands
they think highly of me and show me love
how am i to accept that if i cannot accept myself?
When i am happy,
i act almost goofy and laugh lots.
Thinking about sadness makes me cry
and feel as if i want to die along with all others who are lost.
One word alone has a great impact
and shatters the silence like the screeching of tires trying
to stop before it hits the deer caught in its headlights.
that's what i am
nothing but pieces of what once was called