I'm suffering...
I guess they can't see it...
Well they are pricks...
They treat me like I'm not there...
I'm invisible...
I'm sick of crying...
I'm tired of trying...
Yea I'm smiling but on the inside I'm dying...
They can't see it!!
Why can't they see it?!
I'm clearly hurt...
Why don't they stop the bullshit?
That's all I want to know...
Why don't they stop...?
YOU ARE READING
My Life
PoésieIt's about my feelings and my crappy life. The way people treat me and what the did to me. I know this is stupid but I don't care. IM NOT FUCKING SUICIDAL SO DONT THINK I AM!! IM JUST VERY IMAGINATIVE!!!
