The Big Book of Panic!

I Ran Out of Ideas

Why do words hurt?
Why do I constantly have to find out what people say behind my back?
Why can't I have a normal family where my parents love each other and my brother won't kill me every chance he gets.
Why do I have to cry so much?
Why does my father think so little of me?
Why can't I keep any friends?
Why does everyone I love leave?
Why does it feel good to write everything they ever said to me in various places of my body?
Why doesn't anyone understand that when I want... No need to talk about my problems the solution isn't to talk about theirs?
Why do my only friends try to keep me from my problems?

Anyways enough of my awful poetry.
Im going on hiatus for a while. I won't be on wattpad much and if I am it's because I got blowed up. Don't feel bad, its not your fault.

Bye