No I'm not alright. My soul is bleeding inside. I feel so alone, And I just wanna go home. Sometimes I wish I could die. But instead I just cry. I feel so much hate sometimes. Other times I would love to feel anything, Anything at all. It sucks being by yourself. I don't know if I hate everyone, Or if I don't hate anyone at all. Sometimes I feel so small. Like a mouse, As if I don't even belong in my own house. Maybe I don't belong. Maybe I've just been kidding myself all along. So now I will live my life, Wondering why I wanna die