More and more...

This year,

More suffer

Than last year

Cause that is what you call,

Secondary school

Last year better

At least not much suffer

This year

Got senior I like hate me

Teacher also gossip about me

Big brother come back

And scold me useless

And always make everyone bad mood

Last year

Parents don't care about me

This year,

They care but

Always say I useless

Second brother start to be violent

Sister try protect me but,

One person only

So...

They win

We lose...

Thus year suffer

Way worse

Stay in primary best

Even better is that,

Stay in heaven

Die die die...

That is the only thing I'm thinking

Death!

Die now better

Than suffer first...

This year,

More tears are dropped

First month also start crying already

And I first year at secondary

Friends and teachers hate me more

Chinese

Start to fight against me

Indians 

gossip about me

Malays 

avoiding me

Seniors...

Hating me

With a life like that,

What's the use of living anymore??

She now gone

I don't have her anymore

Because I have to let her go

As I cannot give her happiness

Friends start avoiding me

Because..

they hate me

I sit alone there

Thinking

Die die die

Die die die

Die die die

Die die die

This year's tears

Doesn't mean anything to anyone

But,

They mean something to me

People are different from me

I hurt people

I let tears drop from other's face

Being an angel is better

Than being a human who us suffering

So,

When will I die??

I hope this year that I will go...

It's better this way anyway

Because if someone tells me,

Don't go

I'll be happy enough

And I won't go

But,

Who is so brave enough to do that??

No one right??

So,

If I die this year,

I hope everyone will support my decision