I Used To Think

This is all true about me, every word. It’s weird because the truth isn't always what you want to hear…
I used to think suicide
Wasn't the way for me
But I guess things aren't always
What you think they would be
I used to always feel so jolly and happy
Now all I feel is miserable and crappy
I used to think people were crazy
Who wish they were dead
But now I know how they feel cuss I
Have the same thoughts in my head
I used to think I was loved by
Family and friend
But now I know that they just all pretend
I used think that I would
Never get hurt and cry
But now I know the truth
That’s why I want to die

By Abby Ruano
Published: 10/15/2005
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