Storys And Stuff

You what?

You feel depressed?

You feel lonely?

You feel useless?

You feel Like an outsider?

You feel irrelevant?

You feel waste full?

You?

You don't know the feeling

How can you? when you're the one who makes me feel depressed, lonely, useless, like a outsider, irelvent, a waste of everyone's time.

you make me feel stupid, Like every fucking word that comes out of my mouth is stupid and idiotic.

You make me feel Like every movment I make is silly and dumb.

You make me fall into this black hole of darkness, suffocating from the lack of fresh air, moving my lips ever so lightly to call for help, but my mouth is so dry, no words come out, and the chances of me living are very little, all my tears have drained the color from my eyes and all I see is Grey now.

You tell me how you have it hard, how you feel like you are a waste of time.

When in reality, you are the one who makes others feel this way

"Its just a joke"

"I was kidding"

"Don't get mad I didn't mean it"

Oh? It was joke? It didn't mean anything?

Well I'm pretty sure if they said the same shit they tell me to you, and if I said the same shit you tell me to you.

It wouldn't be a joke, it would probably mean something.

I don't say anything to you because I'm scared that you'll laugh at me, like how you laugh at everything else I say.

I'm scared that you won't take me seriously.

And maybe I'm right, you will probably just laugh and bursh it off.

So instead of telling you my problems I'll stay here and listen to yours.

Like I always have, you'll never know how much pain you've caused me, you'll never know that instead of helping myself, I helped you, even if you didn't deserve it.

I'd take a bullet for you, because maybe then you'd actually feel sorry for me.

If you only knew.