I Wish I Was Dead
not a day goes by where i dont wish i was dead
i wish i could just walk straight out of the house and keep going and going and never stop
no one understands how they hurt me. and if i tell them, they will only punish me. the only choice i have to bide my time and internalise my anger, which only makes me feel more self distructive.
why do i always get the short end of the stick? it really hurts me. everyone thinks im so lucky but i really wish i wasn't me.
i dont understand these people. they want me to understand them but they dont want to understand me. how can you be so negligent with responsibility and empathy?
everyone always complains about me. im always doing something wrong or bad. they choose to focus on me. not anyone else. not themselves. and everyone thinks they're right.
everyone's eyes are always on me. i have to pretend all the time and it's tiring. i have to do everything im told. this has caused a lot of problems with my thought process and thinking as an adult. my experiences have confused me and caused me pain. sometimes i wish i was what they want me to be. it would make things easier.
the heightened sense of anxiety mixes with the dull passivity. do you blame me for being crazy? you only see it in instances. i see the whole.
* please don't comment on this post. i won't respond. and please don't try to read into it. read it, and then forget it
i wish i could just walk straight out of the house and keep going and going and never stop
no one understands how they hurt me. and if i tell them, they will only punish me. the only choice i have to bide my time and internalise my anger, which only makes me feel more self distructive.
why do i always get the short end of the stick? it really hurts me. everyone thinks im so lucky but i really wish i wasn't me.
i dont understand these people. they want me to understand them but they dont want to understand me. how can you be so negligent with responsibility and empathy?
everyone always complains about me. im always doing something wrong or bad. they choose to focus on me. not anyone else. not themselves. and everyone thinks they're right.
everyone's eyes are always on me. i have to pretend all the time and it's tiring. i have to do everything im told. this has caused a lot of problems with my thought process and thinking as an adult. my experiences have confused me and caused me pain. sometimes i wish i was what they want me to be. it would make things easier.
the heightened sense of anxiety mixes with the dull passivity. do you blame me for being crazy? you only see it in instances. i see the whole.
* please don't comment on this post. i won't respond. and please don't try to read into it. read it, and then forget it
