As usual, I'm always dying.
As usual, it takes inner violence to allow myself to begin crying.
Suicide, they suggest... I'm trying! I'm trying!
People pretend to try to stop me in an attempt to encourage struggling.
They don't catch the painful remarks my mind's juggling
People ignore the number of people who spread lies
When I call them out, that's when they try to include me
I've heard too many opinions about what should/shouldn't bug me.
I might pray to truly feel that I have a family one day.
A constantly broken heart doesn't play
Reciting this to myself might be as useful.. but, anyways...
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