Why is it so hard to be Happy.
So hard to pretend.
How is everyone around me so happy?
How can they be happy here?
All i want to do is die.
To leave this world.
Im with friends.
But Ive never felt so alone.
Like i dont exist.
Like im unwanted.
Im a burden.
I know i am.
So why am I here.
What is the point.
Im just about done.
Done with everything.
Can i leave now.
This worls where i dont matter.
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The Real Me, What I Feel, What I See
PoetryPoems that i make. They may be about my thoughts, actions, or just about anything i think of. Please don't judge, i know I'm not the greatest. Have a good Day
