you don't see the messages I get everyday.
you don't hear what my friends and family say.
they tell me I'm ugly and should burn in hell.
I bet you could never tell.
they tell me I'm stupid and lame.
they say my life is just a game.
they told me to die and to go fuck myself.
but in the end I just cut myself.
I guess this pain will never leave.
it will always be stuck with me.
so now I should just run and hide.
I'll try to make sure I don't die.
I run in the woods where it's cold and wet.
I stop and take a small breath.
I run and hide near a shallow tree.
I stop to think that looks like me.
my journey ends when I trip and fall.
this is the end. goodbye to you all.
