TearsYou lay down on your bed,You feel dead.The tears run down your face,And you just lay in place.You want the pain to end,But all you can do is pretend.They yell at you,Because of what you want to do.Why can't they let you be happy?Instead of feeling crappy.The tears fall from your eyes,As you whisper goodbye...
U CAN DIE FROM THE KUTENESS!
nice pic in general