void Care(){return NULL;}

aint it right?

who gave some1 this right to give me life

Struggling at every step

gaining pain to feel alive

striving to take air in,

why some 1 gave me this life?

 

I'm no happy no more,

and i hate to be so

can’t a sad 1 be alive?

why every 1 keeps yelling,

forcing me to buy a life?

 

its better to be dead than to be dying

its better to be SAD than to be alive

why cant i decide when to live and when to cry?

why this world gives me reason to be free?

and than asks me to try until I'm exhausted.

until the reason to try,

is to keep trying until I Die

who gave some1 this right to give me life

when I don't want to be alive?

define – Friends

we make friends or they make us?

when iam fucked up they are supposed to stay

when i can see anything people say friends make way

we make friends or they make us?

tough one to answer

but as they say,

there isn't much difference

friendship and love-

at an appropriate hour at appropriate day

they both decay

they both stink

with same familiar smell

that can take your life away

 

when one is alone he is good

in a company drinks repay

they say

so, are these things the ones that are supposed to stay?

when they cant see beyond drugs

how can they show me the way?

 

the relationships, all of them

they appear to be making you strong they sometimes support you

but they make you connected, dependent, weak,

these things make us

INCOMPLETE