I'm afraid

I hide my body

I don't talk

I don't cry

I don't laugh.

I'm afraid

I don't show myself

I hate myself

I hate everyone

I want to die

But I'm afraid.

Do you think this funny?

Do you think this cool?

Why do you say that?

I have my interests,

I have my life,

I have my family,

And you, yours.

Do you want this?

Do you want to feel this way?

Then why do to others

What you don't want done to you?

You make me wonder:

Is there a soul in the world

Who'll save me from my fate?

Is there hope for me?

Can I be saved?

Is there anyone out there who cares?

Why should I live?

No one likes me.

No one accepts me.

Everyone hates me.

I'm trash.

I think this way,

And I'm afraid,

Because of you.

Because of what you say.