I sit here typing on my computer putting on a happy face for the world. I have trained mself to know when something is funny and how to hide myself behind these key's i type on but the truth is i am dying>i am dying from the overwhelming pressure put on my get good grades she says when i was young he says but i can't. i am dying from the hate put onto me by myself and others
mira él es tan gordo i hear them whisper their right i say to myself looking in the mirror.i sit here typing longing for death's sweet embrace wishing it would come sooner