Maybe I should run away.
Nowhere to run to though.
Nobody to run to.
Maybe I should kill myself.
I don't know.
All I do is piss everyone off, I'm such a burden.
Don't tell me that's not true, it is.
I'm not an adult, I don't know how to live.
I wish someone would save me.
I wish I could die.
There's nothing to my life, I don't do anything.
I have no purpose.
This isn't depression, it's just the truth.
I'm just a person gone wrong.
And when something goes wrong and can't seem to be fixed, you just get rid of it right?
I think I'm going to run away.
If that doesn't work, I'll just kill myself.
Sounds like a plan.