Why are all of you shouting at me?
I really don't know what wrong I did.

I just feel like killing myself.
So all these troubles and sadness and misery will end.

Why was I born into this world?

The people closest to me are the ones who give me all these pressure.

I wish I never existed.
I want to runaway from this all.

I know Mum is sick and it's torturous to be ill,
explaining her erratic, violent temper.
But it doesn't mean she can shout, throw stuff and slam the door and she's always right.

Studying in the University is not easy Mum, & it doesn't teach me how to be a human.

Yes, I don't know how to be a good daughter, sister and girlfriend.
I really tried.
I really did.

Who's going to understand me?

STOP SHOUTING AT ME....
I jus feel like hurling vulgarities.

I jus feel like leaving this place.
But there's nowhere I can go?
I've to shoulder responsibilities.
I've to do what's right.
Even when I don't like it.

Yes, it's difficult to be happy.