Go To Hell

I’m sick of people’s lies
I’m sick of peoples care
I’m sick of caring about people
I’m sick of lying to people

Why do people care?
Why can’t they just let me be?
Can’t they see I’m not a prep
But a depressed little girl yes that’s me?

So with my final breath
I’ll whisper to you
I’ll see you in hell
I’m sure you will be there one day…