I know my reason to be alive
But I want to know the reason why I was born
I enjoy living but the pain made me prefer to just be torn
I sound depressed coz I am
The words of a depressed teen
Weighed by gram
Falling feelings made me blurt out words from my mouth
Caught in the emotion that made me swore broken promises
The fleeting emotion got me thinking of deadly oaths
It got me feeling like a sinking boat
When everybody felt like it's holiday
But there's me having my own funeral
Laying my broken pieces on the ground as I say
"Goodbye ya'll"
I'm a depressed teen making sad poems
Producing words from my own mourns
Just enjoying drama without a pop corn
And when I get tired,
I would wish again I wasn't born
