I'm just done, ya know? I try so fucking hard and it's never enough, is it? There's always going to be something wrong with me, no matter what I say or do. Even if I get my body fucking right I'll still be ugly, right? Even if I wear make up, or dress nicer I'll still be considered the ugly friend, huh? Of course I will. I'm just so, so, so tired, of everything. When is it my turn to be happy? When? Everyone comes to me for help but who gives a flying shit about me? This world is shit, along with everyone who lives on it.
I'm tired of feeling alone.
I'm tired of feeling hopeless.
I'm tired of crying every night.
I'm tired of trying so hard not to relapse.
I'm tired of being a fuck up.
I'm tired of not being perfect.
Im tired of feeling worthless.
I'm just tired.
One day I'll be gone, and I bet everyone will start noticing me then.
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Poetry"Are you happy?" is such a difficult question. I always said yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes. I go out alot and have fun. my life isn't as bad as it could be, and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse. But then, one night a...
