The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Lost Friend, Can it get worse?

To study and to work,
Practically the meaning they give to your entire life,
A billionaire's son has it easier, not being surrounded by "porks",
What's my strife now.

It's funny how the people I thought I was the one who ignored and adored me,
Are now the ones who ignore me, and I'm the one who adores them,
My whole life I will be thinking If I should have already left this unlived life,
No billionaire is good, says my sister, I don't know why I talk to millionaires.

In the end they won't even answer you,
I shouldn't kill myself for this,
But I look for any reason to justify it,
I don't really have an answer, that's funnier,
Because I can't even love myself, I wish I could miss doing it.

I feel like I'm self-destructing, and I can't even find the core,
Why am I killing myself neurally?
Where did the stairs I was climbing go, stare, here's....
It's stupidly true.

I don't know if I'm bad, if they are,
If I'm clever, if they are smarter,
My best life has already passed, where, now I'm in the worst,
It can get like a worse beer, and to prevent it I shouldn't not take it away from my abandoned self.

Because it can get worse...