I sometimes think about things,
Actually I think about things all the time.
But I have been thinking lately that I am to complicated.
I have been through to much.
People like when people are simple.
When people have lived a good life,
And hasn't been through much.
They want simple.
People are stupid,
People are mean,
People are idiots,
People are ridiculous.
Everyone needs to get over themselves,
It must be nice to have a nice life, and happy childhood memories.
But it is not my fault for what has happened to me,
When I was seven, eleven, eighteen.
I could not control it,
I could not see it coming,
I could not change it,
I could not, even though I wanted to.
I wanted to make everything better,
i wanted to be happy,
I wanted to make people happy,
I wanted it to be over.
You just need to realize,
That everyone doesn't have as perfect of a life as you.
And you say that you have been through some s**t yourself,
But you still want someone who has a good life.
And I don't understand why you act like this,
Why you hurt me so.
I need to understand,
But I don't.