I wonder how long it will take. I though that I had nothing. Now I'm wasting around in this sick body. I wonder what it's like.. Bestfriend. This world is smaller than you think. I'm laying in a bed staring out the window. I'm locked in this body and stuffed into this world. I don't know how I lost you, but as I lay here. I know I will never find you again. You won't ever understand. My wounds aren't deep enough and they never will be until I'm no longer here. Tell me why I wasn't good enough for anyone. Tell me why suicide screams through my mind and the voices of others around me. Tell me why the underlined point of it all is it really doesn't matter. My heart stopped beating a long time ago. It's finally gotton to me. I'm not good enough, not attractivve enough smart enough funny enough sweet kind loving. Done I might as well not exisit.