I’ll lay here and cry myself to sleep.
Because I’m useless, worthless, pathetic, a waste of space.
I’ll cry because I cannot be what people expect of me and I can’t help people.
I can’t be smart and attend college.
I can’t help my best friend get through her days.
All I am here for is getting used, played, hurt, abandoned.
I mean, it’s okay because it’s only me. As long as everyone else is happy.
Me? I’m fine thanks. it was only 13 cuts and I made sure they weren’t deep… Much.
I’ll just lay here and cry a river. One to swim away in. […]