Short poems, stories, vents, and my life advice

Problem

I know her problem
She tried to light herself on fire
But missed
And lit a cigarette

She tried to drown herself
In a pool of gasoline
But missed and struck
Her lips

She tried to give herself a thousand
Paper cuts
And accidentally
Became smart

She tried to be
Dead people
Because nobody can hurt you
In the ground

She is defined by a number
She is nothing but a statistic
You can measure worth with 3 letters
Possibly 4

She is the stereotype
Good girl
Step on glasses
She can't see anymore
She loses her way

She is the problem
Her name is
Bella
Pam
Danielle

Her favorite color is all of them
The fridge hurts her eyes
She hates people
She's always lonely

She can't love people
She refuses to be loved.
She is scared of human touch
She believes she is not human

Everything
Everywhere
All at once
It burns

Run run
As fast as you can
You can't catch me
I'm the runaway man

You'll never see me again
Because that's my problem
I'm not existing wrong
I'm existing