Why.

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by myyoongay

by myyoongay

                                    
                                              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.