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?