Farewell

I can't sleep at night perhaps it is because of this fright. I'm not scared of the things under my bed, but of the things inside of my head. My soul is dead I wish I was too, people ask why I wish I knew. All I want to do is cry and I, come back to the question why. So why am I here? To say goodbye and wish you good cheer so please don't cry and don't ask why.