The Black-Note

No one love and care me. No one like me. No one want me to become their friend..no one wanted me People only like killing my heart filling with poison and bullet hole. I don’t meant to be exist in this world. I only exist to be a slave. I’m only a bad luck charm. For me, I just a computer program no that only tell what to do. I don’t have a freedom in this world. I only have obligation. I don’t have right in this world. no one know what I like , my hobbies, and other thing that they don’t know. They don’t like who I am. They always like changed my thing. Filling my brain and heart with black. Over writing my CPU. I wish I could die. Living this diying city in this diying world. nothing will changed if I die. Everybody feel happy if I die.