im tired of this everyday life
just to be noticed would be nice
but ive come to learn
to live without these special things
but as it gets harder
i get weaker
i wish i could see the 5-year-old me
she would say she would never think to do such a thing
''theres other ways''
i hear them say
''im here for you''
i need them too
so many times ive wanted nothing but a gun
to end it all
to just be happy
no one cares till youre lying in a casket
these things you say stay with me
the times i was ignored, ill never forget
these shattering of feelings
cant go on
im sorry that i wasnt the perfect one


 
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