Me;
I skip meals
I find a blade
To wash all of
My worries away
I hide from the world
Because if they knew
Everyone would
Run to you
I would be
Left behind
And all I'd think
Was how to die
I paste on a smile
And write a few rhymes
Just to pass
A little time
I'm never enough
That you can see
I'm afraid to say
You'd hate to be me.
When I'm alone
The act is over
And at 11:11
I wish for a four-leaf clover
So I can wish
For life to end
Or maybe just
One true friend
But once again
I hope you see
Even I
Hate being me v.v
