This isn't poetry.
It really isn't.
I'll write in this style for the hell of it.
But I'm dying inside.
And it seems nicer in this format.
Tonight, I feel like death has consumed me.
But my face is stone cold.
My heart probably is too.
I wanna cry while writing this.
But no tears have come out since the summer of '08.
I was a little person who's parents just split.
My dad was gone.
I was bullied in school.
Battling depression, a battle no one knew.
My life was fucked up from step one.
No wonder I am who I am.
Talking to myself on the Internet, acting like people care.
