Melanie Martinez says that she can cry if she wants to so I won’t feel guilty crying
I won’t give a ****
I won’t let your words that say I’m an attention seeker and I need to stop crying in self pity get me down
I’ll cry and I won’t ******* care

I don’t understand physical affection it’s uncomfortable and to be candid unnecessary
I can’t understand sarcasm sometimes or jokes but I laugh anyway
I’m not good at talking to people to much anxiety
I hate bright lights and large crowds of people
My senses are on overload
I despise schedule changes and the phrase go with the flow what *******
My intelligence is above average except I’m not good at math
I’m weird

I don’t need drugs all I need is mania  it’s the same thing because I’m crazy
They call my mania a sugar rush
An adrenaline rush
They call my talking speed normal
My truth lies
The mood swings fake
My sleepless nights insomnia
It’s called being a teenager
It’s my period
I’m a girl
They exchange mania as hyperactive
They pass lies as truth
It’s mania

I didn’t eat and ran around in circles for hours
I was bullied for being skinny
For having an eating disorder
How does she keep warm in the winter
It’s gross how’s she is all skin and bones
She’s ugly
Skinny shaming exists

Her eyes are chocolate brown
Her skin is porcelain white like snow
Her voice is smooth and silky
Her imperfections are perfect to me
Her personality is sweet like honey
But she doesn’t love me
She doesn’t even know me
It’s an unrequited love

Just because she doesn’t want everybody to know who her boyfriend is doesn’t mean I can’t tell people that she has one who gave her gross cutties
My boyfriend is better he is from Mexico and I am his buddy he is mine he kissed my hand were bonded for life
Whatever she said and took his hand
She took my boyfriend
She took my boyfriend
That blond ***** took my boyfriend
-the only victim of my affection at s young age

I was 9 lying on my bed
Pretending to be dead
I thought my body would make a beautiful corpse
I was better of dead than alive although I didn’t know why
I simply hated life
My parents love me
I don’t get bullied
I’m actually friends with the popular girls
I’m not sad but I’ m not happy either
I just like death
-the start of depression