Sadness

There is beauty in sadness.
No there isn't!

I'm dying of insecurety.
I don't know what he want's.
Constantly scared I'll do something wrong.
It's making me insane.

And while I try to get everything right with him.
The rest of my life is going soo wrong.

My parants hate me, and now christmas is over.
They don't even try to hide it.
My friend, well they are way to buzy doing fun things.

There is just no one I want to talk to.
I don't want them to feel shit.
I will just kill myself in my own missery.

And now I'm here, all alone.
Going to the shop to buy my next high.
I'm still rather a drug addict, than being sober
Realizing I'm nothing.

Got no friends, no place to go.