why do i, they ask. i laugh
in painful irony.i don't know. maybe because
i feel useless and used up by
the people who i thought
loved me the most.i don't know. maybe because
my father is an abusive dead
best parent which hurts.i don't know. maybe because
i couldn't save my first love
and came too late.i don't know. maybe because
kids at school gossip shit that
one all too familiar girl made up.i don't know. maybe because one
of the most important friendships
to me feels like i might lose it.i don't know. maybe because i
feel really sad at times and don't
like to talk about why.i don't know. maybe because i
am growing numb again and
faking some smiles to benefit
others in my life.i don't know. maybe because the
suicidal voices are coming in again
begging for you to stop everything!- that's why i hate myself
YOU ARE READING
sad hearts! ( in the mind of messy boy )
Aléatoire' i am not okay and i wonder if i ever will be. ' mature theme, possible triggers at some points.