book 1

my problems

People always say "you'll be okay" or swear they're suffering

They say it as if somehow that's comforting

Well, I'm here to say

It's really not, so please don't act that way

Some days, it seems so much easier

Other days I feel stabbed like Caeser

I don't know what i'm trying to say

this just seems like a big waste anyway

who's gonna see this and be impressed?

it's a stupid song written by a stupid girl who's stupidly depressed

everyone knows it's very rare I let someone in

but that's because my tolerance is wearing thin

but my problems ARE my problems after all

before long i'll probably start to bawl

i'm sorry you had to find out this way

it's a painful thing to take in, but hey

at least you know the truth now

and i know, and you know.

i'll survive somehow.