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