Story of My Life

You seem to think that I’m so dumb

That I would hurt you, all just for fun.

Are you the only one allowed to have a bad day?

Are you the only one who’s allowed to say?

What if I don’t see a reason anymore?

For you, for them, or for me anymore?

I don’t see why I must do what I do.

Is there some plan, some reason? I don’t see it, do you?

I want to die, sitting here, writing my thoughts.

Why should I live? To decide whether I should do my homework or not?

Is that all I’m here for? Is that what it’s all about?

Well then tell me how I can be happy instead of scream and shout.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, you know.

I know it so well, it hurts, but so?

Help me! help me! I’m dying in this life!

How can I be fine when I’m so full of strife?

Iggity spiggity. Please review. And don’t steal my phrase.