I've never been raped,
Stabbed
Brutally beaten
Bullied harshly
Repromanded harshly by my parents
My parents are not dead
They care about me
I have a handful of actual friends, i guess
And i have somewhere to lay my head
I have food to eat
Money to spend
Too many clothes
I can go to school
People love and care for me
I'm not completely mad
And somewhat healthy
I know
I don't really have anything to complain about i guess,
People have suffered way more than i have
I have somethings people would love to have
Yeah, some of you might think
I'm ungrateful
Unreasonable
Miserable
Fake
Hypocritical
and all that stuff
But like
None of that seems to really be valid
Or to matter when
My mind is so broken.
It seems as all those things are just lies...................?
As if they don't matter
And sometimes instead of just enjoying it,
I tend to not care, or believe, or trust or even return the love, i just tend to,
I'm just saying its how it seems.
I'm not sure. Sigh
