Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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My legs are giving out in this dry and barren wasteland, my body is giving out and I'm ready to give up,  so I do.
I lay on the floor and I die, i feel the scorpions climbing up my pant leg and the rattlesnake under my shirt.
Help me get up and live amongst the pigs and worthless brine that surround me and now that my heart is pounding can you change the subject now please?
Why do you care?
I don't know you,
I haven't even met your brother you are thing one and thing two.
This is what I cry about every night.
The only difference is this isn't just anxiety, its a reality,
The one fear I truly have is that you pretend to be my friend and then you talk about me behind my back, why would you do this and stab me and slide the knife and crack, next time you talk about me, think of these words, I hope you choke on your own pride and fall off your high horse, I honestly thought me and you were at least neutral, I even complimented you talking to somebody today, and now there you go, I find out that you don't care so I will throw it away, and I feel like I want to scream and blow all my pains away.
You stab me once, shame on you.
You stab me twice just for good measure that I'm dead.