ok so i know this isn’t what this site is for but i write poetry and it helps kinda to distract me when i want to injure, so here goes…

why do i feel this way?

why do i want to cry?

why do i want to die?

why do i hurt myself?

and then wish i was someone else?

why am i a freak?

why do people hate me?

why cant you understand, that what you see is not who i am?

why do you try to make my happy?

why do you make me feel crappy?

i hate my life and im confused,why why why?am i not like you?