I'm tired of being lectured
I'm tired of not being able to speak my mind
I'm tired of not being seen
I'm tired of not being heard
I'm tired of not being noticed
I'm tired of this rollercoaster
I'm tired of being laughed at by these strangers that I call my friends
I'm tired of feeling like this
What's the point of therapy when I know I'm going to feel like this again?
What's the point of living if we're going to die?
What's the point of telling the teachers that I'm suicidal when you don't care about me?
You act like you do but you saw this from a
mile away
So why care now?
Why care when I'm in the verge of killing my self?
Why act like you care when truly all you care about are your friends?
