You can’t make me better,
When I don’t even know what’s wrong with me,
Can’t send me prescriptions to keep me together
Or I’ll accidentally overdose and make it seem,
Like I was never supposed to be here,
Because I belong somewhere else,
I belong in a place where people want me around and no ones ever felt, what I felt,
Because I can’t destroy the demons that lurk around my bed,
And I can’t see why people want me around,
Oh yeah, they just pretend,
Can’t understand why my thoughts just keep circling,
I want them dead,
In fact, let me make it easier,
I’ll pull the trigger instead,
Let me just make it clear, I’m not gonna dread,
Even though I want to because I can’t control my head,
But as life goes on,
So do I,
And as I experience new things,
I become less shy and try to socialize,
I try to become the person everyone wants but I have lie,
Because I’m not Ms. popular I don’t have an outgoing life,
Just because I have friends, I guarantee they all want me to die,
And in the end, it’s just me, so why even try,
Can’t see myself in the mirror as I let out a sigh,
I know there is hope but I feel like no one hears me when I cry,
Realize,
I am trying my hardest to make it through the night,
Compromise to my so-called “friends” that I will stay alive,
If they treat me with respect and act like they care about me for once,
Maybe I’ll stick around, until they get bored of me, cause they think I’m a dunce,
Even though they’ll probably leave me because, all I am is alone,
No worries though, I’ve been through so much pain, I will be okay on my own,
I hope ~
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