I’ve got no fear of letting them down
We’re already all sitting cross legged on the ground
And they’re holding me by my ankles
In the distance I see all my dead relatives
And old friends
The ghosts of people who held me by wrists
And I see them reaching out
But I’m not close enough to pull up

stupid girl
soon no one will be left
but it doesn’t really matter anyways
when it felt like no one was there
in the first place

why am i hated
i dont know what i've done
why am i being punished
what reason?—i know of none
a happy life wasted
my pain has just begun
with everything they've said and everything i've read
it really does seem like they're having fun
ruining my life and wishing me dead
I just dont understand what i have done

How does one truly live when on the inside you feel like dying
Crying
Denying
Lying
Stress and struggles multiplying
The need to try but you fail at trying
So here you are.
You feel like dying
But you won't say a thing
You'll just keep on smiling
And when you find a way to put your stress to bed.
You'll be old and gray and you'll wind up dead.