Why won't they leave me the hell alone.
Fucking told me to be honest about the shit that's going on and when I tell her I just wanted to be alone literally every fucking person suddenly had a reason for being in my room.
I had to get out of my own room to get some damn space.
I swear if I'm up at three in the fucking morning again I'm done.
I can't keep running off of two or three hours every single day.
But I have to.
Doesn't matter whether or not I want to.
I can't sleep.
But I can't miss school.
I can't take a nap either, so I don't want to hear anyone recommending that bullshit.
That's what I was trying to do earlier.
Not even fifteen minutes and everyone's bombarding me.
I'd rather live alone.
I told her I couldn't sleep, she told me to knock it off.
That's what she actually said.
I just don't want to be here right now.
I've been in this house too fucking long.
I just need a break.
I'm done being here.
Another reason I can't miss school.
It feels like I can't breathe again.
Stupid fucking body.
I hate this body.
Nan Demo.
Keep fucking dreaming Pan.
Maybe one day I'll get out of here.
Not for a couple of years.
Damn, I need a job.
And I need to figure my shit out.
Oh wait.
She won't let me get a fucking job.
I tried that already.
This day is just pissing me the fuck off.
Doesn't fucking matter.
Back to it.
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Words Can't Cover Me
PoetryMental Thoughts As I Begin Facing Things Alone. In Poetry Form.