You don't come on that often,
only to complain.
I don't know what to tell you,
nor can I even explain.
You sit there and I'm thinking,
"Do you lie to me a lot?"
For all I know you could be,
and then you could be not.
You probably won't even read this,
Then you might be, I don't know.
It's like you to stalk my worries,
And wallow with me in woes.
How do I know you're not cheating,
you talk about them so much.
If I talked to ___ like you talk to ____,
wouldn't you think the same and such?
I'll be another poster,
among all you golden and true,
who post here frequently, like a diary,
maybe I should try that too.
She hates me, shuns me,
I skip school every week.
I have strait As, but she doesn't care.
That C is a punch to the cheek.
He looks at me as scum,
The lower life I am.
With my depression and anxiety
I must be Queen of the Damned.
You little pests in my house,
Coming in here from other fucks,
People as trashy as hobos acting welcomed.
It'd be just my luck.
I sit here now, on my bed of sorrow.
Typing away as I always do.
My stomach is hungry, but I keep throwing up
It all started with the wonder by you.
I don't want you people in my life
involved with my burdens and my pussy fits.
I just go on and worry you more
When I could be just cutting my wrists.
Welcome to my story,
Thank you all for reading,
It's not even that much detailed,
But I gave you a sample, that you could be eating.
I don't have many to talk to,
For the ones I want to are distant.
As distant as the moon and stars,
Light pollution, with a moon in a crescent.
She sits out there now,
watching her tube.
As I reflect on my sadness.
In my rubber room of a cube.
