secrets.

eight

[this is kind of a poem]

There's so much screaming going on in my head.

Voices telling me I should be dead.

I think they're right.

Because the path that im going on,

Doesn't seem so bright.

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[lol ok back to normal]

I wish I was dead.

So many people have been telling me I should.

They say that I'm worthless,

That I'm good for nothing.

I think they're right.

I'm a failure. I can't do anything right. I mess up too much.

Nobody has ever told me that they would be sad or that they would cry if I were dead. Or that they would miss me.

This is why I don't think they do. I don't think anyone does. Its hard to imagine someone missing me or crying at my grave screaming to the sky asking for me to return.

I cannot imagine someone going to school not talking or eating. Just having the saddest look on their face. And tears in their eyes. I can't imagine it.

But I can imagine myself being like that. If one of my friends died. I would probably jump of a bridge if one of my closest friend died.

There wouldn't be a day I wouldn't miss their smile.

The way they laugh.

Their idiotic jokes.

I would never be the same if one of them did.

But sadly,

I don't even have a true or best friend that would do that.

I'm gonna die a lonely death.

But it would be peaceful I guess.

I know it would be.