Everything pisses me off.

As I sit here in my empty room, with tears of rage from the normal day passing and I want to be free.

I want to be able to feel what every normal person feels.

How they smile, day after day, while I just sit here watching.

"

Yes, I am depressing. And by God I am boring. But all I desire is to be seen, heard, or at least cared about.

I am tired, and want to stop running.

"

I cannot say my life is completely dark; for there is one light that despite all the hate can see me.

And I feel so free.

"

Their red hair bouncing as the hop along, tying down all their shit on a daily bases just so they can breath.

They are my piece of happiness, which shatters in moments the second they realize, I am a depressing and boring person.

They stay light hearted as they smile, pretending I still mean shit to them.

"

I know I am worthless and should raise my white flag to those in red with that tattoo of their hope and pride.

"

So here I sit in my empty room, with tears of rage from the normal day passing, and the thin blade in hand lowers.

I can't bring myself to cut.

"

That red hair won't be bouncing as it lowers with their head as they scream.

I cannot bring myself to do what I want to do so I can feel free,

because their pained face is what I'll meet the second they pull up my sleeve.

"

I know I will never be truly seen, heard or cared about.

But at least I can try by lowering the object that holds my hopes and dreams, be that through pain.

And yes, I know I am a worthless soul that walks the path of broken dreams.

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Author's Note: Welp thank you for reading and if any of you ever feel like that life gets better, trust me.