Why do I freak out if someone even raises their voice
Why do I feel sad and angry at everyone and no one at the same time
No no I think it's just me I think I'm just mad at me
For being like this, for not being able to talk to people
God I wish I could tell you everything but even I don't know
I wish I could tell you all about how much I hate myself
And how much I feel like I'm constantly a disappointment to you
But I can't even if I could I wouldn't
I wouldn't even if you payed me a million bucks
You don't know how much I want to
but I can't have you looking at me like I'm a broken window that needs to be replaced
Because if I did tell you if I told you everything
Every little thing I wish I could change but I can't
You would probably replace me as soon as you could find a good person a person who wouldn't cost you anything
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I have no clue what is going to be. This is also my first book (can I call this a book) if you couldn't tell I don't know what I'm doing. This will probably going to be a place were I can just write what I'm feeling. Most of it will probably be poetry because that's how my brain works. Sorry if some stuff gets really sad.
