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I'm A thinker,
Nothing bad about that; right?
Wrong,
I'm suffering for being me.
There's so many questions I have,
But none have ever been answered,
There's too many to count,
This can't be.
Darkness has surrounded me,
My life collapsed in the black hole,
The one I asked to swallow me,
When I just wanted to disappear.
There's so many colours in life,
So why am I only seeing black?
Outside I look okay,
But inside it's another world.
My mind has papers everywhere,
And every-things unorganized,
Different songs playing for every little memory,
And tears for every disaster.
It can never be okay,
I have to know why,
For every single little thing that happened,
I just have to know why.
Why did Luna die?
Why don't my parents love me?
Why was I left alone?
Why does Jose love me?
I wish things worked out my way,
I wish I still had my Grandad,
I wish everything was okay,
I just don't understand things, but I have to try.
Tell me why people hate me for caring!
Can you answer my questions?
Can you make my life easier?
Can you stop me from loosing myself in the darkness?
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