I don’t know what to do so much is going on br At times my life just feels like a con br I want it to stop I just want to be br So why do bad things happen to me? br I had that life that was all good and fine br Then she got sick and my sister committed a crime br I want a new life to have and love br One where I can sit back and watch the clouds above br My friends are leaving me they all hate my ways br But they don’t know that I’m counting my days br How could they, they never ask what’s wrong br I haven’t seen them sympathetic in so long… br Everyone is gone and I am here br Sometimes I wish my death is near…br br Dead Poeticbr br