As i sit and stare into nothingness,
I realize my life is just one big mess.
I realize there's no hope for me,
I can't be what everyone wants me to be.
So when i'm gone or when i've died,
I hope you know atleast i tried.
To be the one you tried to change me into,
I tried really hard to do what you wanted me to do.
I put forth the effort to be your bestfriend,
but when i was down you kicked me to no end.
Why wouldn't you accept me for who i was?
Was it me or just because?
I should've realized a long time ago,
that you always wanted to go with the flow.
I wanted to be different from everyone else,
you wanted to belike the rest stuck on themselves.
 
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