Everything is mixed The hatred of some people I hate them what more to say I wish they would rot they prance Around thinking they are better than the rest. We are NOT equal. I wish I could go up to them and slap them for everything they do that ticks me off. It's time to die The love Embarrassing I love him. Kinda He likes me I think. Yet I don't Tell anyone it's my own secret My feelings are mixed up. I can't tell anyone till I figure this out is it right? Is it wrong? The pain Everything hurts people think I'm exgaggerating when I say I'm sad. I wish I could kill myself. I've attempted For hours people cry ad I'm one of them. the people that say they understand they don't. THEY DON'T! there upset because of falling down I'm sad because of depression The outside Because I appear different on the outside what I say what I do. It makes me seem happy or fun no. I am depressed. You don't know me and you ant judge me. The light Everyone needs to stop complaining Nothing could be worse than some people who have died. Has deceases I have one No one gives a shït The light is there it's ALWAYS there It's never gone just hard to find. The darkness It is the pain and suffering of people I have loved. they were my family Even if they weren't The darkness traps you and kills you then your nothing but a body with no light. Trying to find it it's possible but you don't have any. No one understands....