Sadness

Sometimes I want to  jump on my bed and cry

For what? I dunno why.

Sometimes I just want to scream 

And eat a big portion of vanilla flavor ice-cream

I know that it's good  to fall in love,

But sometimes I start to think

So what the hell is that love?

Sometimes I think that life is  a shit, 

and then I grab a bottle, which I could drink.

French kisses, cute words, long hugs...

Uh deamn,why smoking  is so bad for my lungs?

I feel so bad that I try these fucking drugs

Because now, I'm addicted and it hurts.

Sometimes I just think bout my life

And why in my arms there's a thing called 'knife'?

Maybe because i hate this thing?

Hey look at my finger, it has a golden ring.

So what the hell are you here?

Why you breathing in this atmosphere?

Why you asking why and when?

When nobody cares, when you care about them.