You know what fucking hurts?
When you fucking commit suicide, and it didn't work.
so you think you're a fucking failure at everything.
I mean how hard is it to kill a life?
Everyone says life's fragile.
And what's worse is that people think you're fine,
hell your parents think you're fine.
You just almost overdosed on some stupid sleeping pills.
You want to talk to someone about all these crap,
but they got their own problems,
and they don't have time for you.
So you just sit there at 3 fucking am,
empty.
Shit people sometimes come to you with THEIR problems,
and yes it's a big deal,
it's worth crying over,
it's worth for you to care and to help, to listen.
But damn, you feel like shit too.
So you pretend to be fine,
you tell them it's all going to be okay,
but really, you don't think it's going to be fine.
You think no one's ever going to understand,
no one's going to help,
no one is going to ever do anything about it.
So you lock your doors,
you turn off the light,
and you just lie on your bed.
too tired to go to the bathroom,
to shower,
to pee,
to go get water.
All because you're living in this stupid bubble.
