It's sad that I stress
My life is supposed to be perfect
Its not
I wish I can end it
I tried
I already wrote my death note long time ago
It has a dried tear
You can't see it
But I can I can feel and see the pain I went through
I love being alone
Gives me scenarios of different lives I can have
I hate texting but I still do it
I'm scared they might drift away
Which they do
I wish I had N.W.
That person was the best person I met in my life
Now that person is gone
Why though?
Maybe because I can never keep a friend I will never ever will
That blade from the sharpener
In my bag
I stress eat
I hate it
I hate being fat
I always try to starve myself
I never can
I'm fat
I don't want No one
I honestly don't
Because at the end of the day
I'm gonna die alone
Even if my whole family cries
They will forgot
I don't blame them I would forget
About me too
I'm not pretty
I always am told that I'm ugly
No joke I know
Just a few things that make me stressed
