I don’t give two shits anymore br all I want to do is die br that is all I wish for at night br is to die br no one would really care br I have no lover br not a friend to call br no one to address my suicide letter br I’m just sick of always felling nervous br feeling depressed br crying br I wonder would I ever be happy? br would I ever have a friend? br should I hope it will get better br the truth is br it won't br it never does br and you know what br I don't really care br because no happiness is worth this much pain br all the pain of getting there br then again how would I know I’ve never felt happinessbr br Scarlet .....