Short Storys

i'M a mESS

maybe I'm just lost, they said. 

maybe I'm just tired or dead inside. 

something's wrong with me, they repeat. 

maybe that's just how I am... 

maybe I'm just a mess and they are going to change that. 

I don't want to be here, but they force me. 

I don't want to be there, but they drag me. 

I don't wanna be anywhere, but they don't care. 

'save your breath, save your breath because I don't care', they repeat over and over. 

'hold your breath, hold your breath we need air', they speak with no care. 

so tired of being old. 

so tired of feeling cold. 

so tired of being told I'm dumb. 

I become numb to failing. 

I gave up on giving in. 

I lost myself trying to become a ghost. 

'why become something you already are', they speak snippy. 

maybe I'm lost, they said. 

maybe I'm just tired or dead inside. 

try not to wake me up, cause I don't feel too good. 

I'm just tired of misfortunes and being misunderstood. 

let's all be calm and never try too hard. 

I'm not so quick to say I wish I could quit. 

they lost myself when I became a ghost. 

hold your breath, hold your breath, hold your breath you didn't need air. 

so I did, so I did, so I did but they didn't care. 

they hated my misery, but I was proud.

do me a favor and don't tell anyone, because 

I'm Breaking Down

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i don't know what this is... or why... i'm sorry