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Not Reality (Basically a11 my 7h0ught5 as I go through the day)

5 u i c i 1 d a L  th0ught5

Wake up.

Time for some breakfast-

Grinding up rocks
that get stuck
in the crevices
of my teeth..

'Because nobody seems to like me-

Drowning all my thoughts
In rainstorms and memories-

Nothing left to do all day.

I'm so tired, since I stayed up way too late...

I'm exausted, and fed up with reality.
Am I dead? I'm so done with my mortality.

No emotion. Sick of this mentality.

They hate me.

Is it because of my sexuality?

Am I dreaming?
Or is it all a joke instead?

Maybe I'll wake up
In another twinsized bed.

No one trusts me..

Maybe they would if I were dead?

Spilling out there secrets over my headstone

My headstone.

Haha, they probably wouldn't even care enough to bury me,
Scattering my ashes in some random cemetary.

Or maybe that's just me?

Hmm, who knows.
Thinking like this is scary...

What if I don't live old enough to marry?

None of my dreams could become a reality.

Whatever,  none of it mattered anyway.

I'm done.
Maybe I'll save these thoughts for another day.

Nothing left to live for, so I'll go back to bed..
Hoping this isn't all just in my head.

Goodnight
Hope I die tonight instead.