I’M NOT OKAY
I’m not dealing.
I can feel another attack coming on.
Sick of feeling not being good enough.
Sick of having feelings for you, confessing them then having them thrown back in my face.
Sick of being used.
Sick of going no where but backwards.
Sick of running.
Sick of pretending.
Sick of being alive.
Sick of living a life that is just a continuous loop of lows.
Sick of crying.
Sick of cutting myself.
Sick of not being able to control myself.
Sick of not being in control of anything.
Sick of everything.
I have a problem.
I know I do.
But I can’t do anything about it.
Everyone tries to help but they can’t.
I wish it would just end.
That would be the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Sure, I’d be hurting everyone around me but it’d be for the best in the end.
Everyone would be happier in the long run.
I’m a nuisance, an annoyance, a problem, I do more harm than good.
I’m a pest and need to be exterminated.
A song came on, it reminded me of you, I slit my wrists to the tune…
And I’m all mixed up, feeling cornered and rushed
They say it’s my fault but I want him so much
Wanna fly him away where the sun and rain
Come in over my face, wash away all the shame
When they stop and stare - don’t worry me
Cause I’m feeling for him what he’s feeling for me
I can try to pretend, I can try to forget
But it’s driving me mad, going out of my head
Sitting on a balcony crying about something completely stupid.
Cutting myself over something stupid.
Shaking because I don’t know how to deal.
Perfect Thursday night…
You wanna change everything I ever was, try to erase me till I’m not there.
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Crying, just because I can, just because it makes me feel that little bit better.
Crying because I have nothing else to do.
Crying because my life is a mess.
Crying because I can’t react in any way.
Crying because I’m sick of everything.
Crying because I’m fed up with trying.
Crying because I’m over it and I want my life to be over.
