Not exactly a poem. Just a fucking way to get this out.
I'm sick if being misunderstood. I'm sick of feeling like a fucking creature and that I don't belong anywhere.
I'm sick of people not giving a fuck when I would give my life for them. I'm sick of being made fun of. I'm just fucking sick of life.
The only thing stopping me right now is the people in talking to. I'd rather lie to myself and tell myself that you actually care than face the truth. No one cares. No one loves me. There is no point in living and instead of physically killing me, it's killing me on the inside.
Death would be so much better than feeling dead inside.
