Old Short Stories

Uhhh not a drabble. a lot of,, venting?

Im fucking useless.

I'm not lying when I say I wanna sleep into oblivion.
I don't want to dissapear. But i do t wanna burden anyone anymore.

I'm annoying..I'm stupid. I fucki g get it.

I'm going through a phase just fuck off.

Fun fact
I tried to kill myself before! Did you know that?

I fucking hate myself.

I don't know why I am the way i am.

My voice is to high. I'm of the female sex. I'm pan. You know, the "fake sexuality"? Yup. Me.

I'm a demiboy. The confusing gender.

I'm fucking sorry okay?

I don't want to know me, either.
I will never add up to anything.
I am useless.
I know.

I never have, and never will, create someone worth time. I won't. I can't draw or write. I tell myself everyday.

Trust me, I know who I am.

....

What had he done,
In a life before,
To never see the sun,
Within his own core?

His mind was so dark,
He hated it,
Being him was no walk in the park,
In fact you'd always feel like shit.

His own mind was against him!
Can't you see!?
He was on the brim,
Of drowning in this sea. 

The sea of hate,
Pain with some shattered part,
And he'd hate to be late,
To the breaking of his own heart.

Not like he'd ever used it,
Not in any useful way,
He'd just thrown it in a pit,
And it never saw the light of day.

Do you hear his cries?
Of hurt and sorrow?
I bet you'd just sigh,
Say "I'll deal with him tomorrow"

Spoiler alert,
You'll decide not to,
You can't see his hurt,
Theres people who can- just very few.

And guess what.
Those few?
This might cut,
Those few want nothing to do with you.

....

Annoying. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

I don't wanna talk anymore. I'm sorry.

Talking is bad.

I'm tired.

Lemme sleep.

I'm sorry in botheri g you..

I gotta go for a while.