Why.
Why.
Why.
Why.Why am I too scared to reach out for help.
Why am I just sitting here at almost midnight bawling my eyes out.
Why am I crying in the middle of Geometry.
Why is everyday getting harder and harder to live and hard and harder to breathe.
Why do I trust someone who claims to be my friend that called me annoying and telling me they wish I would slit my throat and kill myself.
Why do I let people push me aside when I actually do reach out for help.
Why do I get my hopes up that one day something will happen to me and my pain will go away.
Why do I let people shove me away when I hardly ever ask for help.
Why do I let everyone complain about stupid shit but when I need someone I get blown off.
Why can't the world just let me be happy for one fucking minute.
Why do I regret almost all of my friends in town.
Why do I regret being born.
Why.
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Crap Cherry Blabbers
RandomAuthor book because why not? STARTED: June 29th, 2017 FINISHED: April 4th, 2018