I hate it,
I said,
And they picked my name out of a random game,
Telling myself I'll be fine this time,
And I know I'm not,
Was this supposed to happen?
I feel like a fool,
I'm slowly dying inside,
And thats so sad.
Maybe we're meant to stand on different platforms,
Or we're supposed to walk on separate ways,
Always telling myself to remain fine,
To pretend that nothing is happening,
To say that I'm alright,
To look okay,
To remain calm,
And to just be someone else,
To lock myself in a cage and throw away the keys,
So no one can open it,
And watch this scar thats bleeding.
