We'll build a bridge of love between two worlds,

Sitting infront of this goddamn monitor, im just feeling super depressed. Maybe i'd be better off dead. Because of a pure misunderstanding, i suppose my closest friend thinks im a bitch. And because i've changed. In what way i've changed, i do not know. Previously, i was a bitch, then apparently i got better, and now im back to Bitch City. Awesome, so..in short, i am born to be a bitch, and a very bad friend. So theres one area of my life i can forget about. Oh and not forgetting being a very bad girlfriend too! Rocks to be me, really. I just can't be understanding and can't give in oh and i spend too much time with my friends. (: Oh yea! I also become very indifferent to everyone because i've gotten a lot more friends since getting into this relationship. So now i'm a cold hearted, useless, bitchy, uncaring, self-absorbed and two faced friend/girlfriend/goodfriend/acquataince and whatever you think i am. So if Life has decided to bring me all this fucked up challenges. Then i think..i'd rather give up. I just feel like fucking crying my whole goddamn cold-blooded heart out now. And then maybe i'll cry to death! I try to be a better friend, and i end up being a fucking mistake of a friend. I try to be a better student and i end up being a teacher's worst mother fucking nightmare. I try to be a good daughter and i end up as a mother fucking useless daughter who only knows how to spend. And last but not fucking least. I try to be a good girlfriend. And i end up being the fucking problematic, oversensitive loser of a girlfriend. Hey God! If you're listening! TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS GODDAMN JOKE OF A PLANET AND CUT THIS FUCKING JOKE OF A LIFE SHORT, JUST END THIS FREAKING TORTURE ALREADY. I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE.

Droplets of sheer pain trickle past my lips,
Falling to the floor barely making a sound.
Now, the gleaming marble tiles are stained,
Reflecting a pain so pure.
Every living being wishes to be an angel.
We live to be handkerchiefs; to wipe of a dear friend's tears.
We live to be the wind; blowing away all our beloved's frustrations.
We live to be the sea; to wash away the sorrow of the Earth.
We live to be the sun; to be the light in a loved one's darkest days.
And yet, today brings me the pain of a thousand centuries.
It has reminded me of the sins i have committed,
The unforgivable mistakes i have made.
Left to swallow my own pride and choke back my tears,
I am now nothing more than a spot of dust.
So tell me now, if someone has failed to exist and live even,
Where does she go?