I sit alone in my room and cry unhappy tears,
Hatred thrown my way from the world for 17 years,
No one would care if i took a bullet to the heart,
Sometimes i sit and wonder why life just can't restart,
Obstacles in my path to succesion, will i ever succeed,
What is it i need to obtain to fill my every need,
I'm looked at as a juvenile with no real goal in life,
Tears get so thick at times i feel needs to turn to my knife,
Will anyone ever know i exist or that we breathe the same air,
Seeing other people riches and fame i think it is unfair,
Im basically not here i must be transparent whit,
I want to understand please somebody show me the light,
All alone in this world all i want is succesion,
But in this world of hate all tha's brought to me is Depression.


Good luck man one