One day when I have past away
People will understand what I say
I say how I feel
And I always keep it real

But people don’t understand what they do
Only, only if they knew

So many people hurt my feelings
I had enough of that all the way to the ceiling
I treat people how I would want to be treated
But people treat me as if I was not needed
Some times I swear when I cry
I just hope I would die

I am always stressed
I am starting to eat less
My attitude is stinks
At times I wonder and think
If I left the world right now
Without a sound

I wonder how many people would miss me?
How many people would cry for me?
Would anyone care if I was missing?
No, no, no! ‘Cause they don’t listen!
All I can do is cry and cry
As time goes bye…