Am I alive or existing?
Is this reality or a dream?
Maybe everything is fake.
He won't come back to me.
Maybe it's for the best?
But it feels like the worst.
Maybe it's for the best of him.
And not for the best of me.
I feel empty.
I feel like a burden.
"Annie why are you doing this!"
I don't know why I'm doing that!
"Why did you hurt yourself!"
Maybe because it's the only way for me!
"You know you can trust me with your self-harm problems."
And then let you judge me? I'd rather die.
"You need to think positively."
Maybe if you stop naming me bad things, I would feel a lot better!
"Why are you like this!"
Why did you make me like this!
"You are better than this."
So was I never at my best?!
"Try harder!"
Is my best not enough?!
"Stop being like this!"
Then stop treating me like garbage!
"You are fat."
Ok, I will. I will stop eating.
"Start eating more, you look dead."
Didn't you tell me I look fat?
"You are ugly."
Ok. I'll wear makeup.
"Why do you wear makeup? You were pretty without it."
You called me ugly.
"Why do you vape? It's bad for you!"
Maybe because it's the only way I find coping.
"Annie, you are very lazy. You do nothing around the house!"
Maybe because I'm exhausted from school.
Annie this, Annie that... I can't seem to find rest in this life.
Maybe if I jump off, I'll finally have rest forever.
My only comfort in my life, is Flamingo/Albert, Roblox, Wattpad, and Kirby.
My only 4 things in life I'm happy with.
Maybe I'll be truly fine?
I wonder what's the solution for my eternal problem.
Hey!- Maybe jumping off is my only solution for rest!
Maybe my 4th attempt will work for fucking once.
(It didn't work lol)
