This world is fucked up.
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I am sick of people going behind people's backs.
I am sick of people being two-faced.
I am sick of people bitching about people.
I am sick of people shit-stirring and causing trouble.
I am sick of 'friends' turning friends against others by bitching and getting a biased incorrect concept drilled into their brain.
I am sick of people lying and making up and spreading rumours.
I am sick of people not believing me when I'm 100% telling the truth.
I am sick of 'friends' acting out when they aren't invited to a couples' date.
I am sick of pretending to be okay.
I am sick of the feeling of no emotion.
I am sick of being the weird suicidal anxious person that no one looks at twice.
I am sick of the drama.
I am sick of school.
I am sick of living.
I am sick.
I cannot be fixed.
I won't ever return to school after less than a week.
I. Am. Dead.
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Poems with a twist
PoetryWhen I get to my lowest I write these. Let's hope I never have to use them. (Or not) If you are a lucky enough to be part of this (you will know if this applies) , then congratulations, your existence has made a big enough effect on my life to be me...