I'm not saying misfortune ONLY happens to me I'm saying I'm too weak to deal with all this shit

OKAY? I ****ING ADMIT IT. IM TOO WEAK. AND IVE NEVER BEEB STRONG ENOUGH TO STAND ON MY OWN TWO FEET. I ****ING ADMIT IM SOME ANGSTY GENDER CONFUSED TEENAGER I ****ING ADMIT I HATE MY LIFE AND IM JUST A ****ING EMO I don't care anymore I don't care I admit it I'm a scared kid I'm scared and im lonely and I'm so hurt

But I'm so tired I'm so so tired I can't believe I'm still doing this I'm still crying out for someone ANYONE to come and save me

From the bottom of my heart I want to stop fighting and let someone come take care of the rest But it's now that over realized I'm some kind of broken toy I look cool to play with until you start noticing the flaws and suddenly I'm not so interesting anymore

I let the bitterness absorb me

I won't ever be the same