its not that i want to kill myself
its just that i dont want
to be
living.
i dont want to live
on this planet
i dont want to hear
the sounds of the birds
i dont want to breathe
the same air
as these stupid fuckboy turds.
i dont want
to be
living.
im sad all the time
i overthink all my thoughts
“im too good for everyone”
“im a piece of shit”
“im lost.”
i cant make connections with people
i run away
i hide
because god forbid
i meet someone who stay.
fuck this
fuck that
fuck you
im done.
but mom, i love you
im a good person
life just isnt fun