Who cares

Who cares

The blood that runs through my veins
Boils with hatred for the world.
Trapped inside myself , tied with chains,
Soaring over a river of tears like a bird,
I see myself drowning in my own sorrow
Knowing that someday I shall die
Secretly wishing that day is tomorrow
In the meantime I shall hide and cry,
while I watch my life pass by,
And while my time slowly runs out
I%u2019ll try to survive , and I%u2019ll also try
Not to get killed by myself while I doubt
that other people even want me to be alive anyway
who cares?