The cold cruel glares
Brought chills down my spine.
They’re judging me
Then I’m despised.
I feel vulnerable
With everyone hating me.
Their eyes bring chains
That I can’t break free.
Why is society so cruel?
Why won’t everyone accept?
Why would they do this,
Knowing it’ll cause me to be depressed?
Maybe I should let it go,
Or try to be confident.
But it be better if
I end it.
Maybe everyone would be happy
From me leaving.
I know no one would care,
Or even would be grieving.
I wonder
If I thought differently.
How would I react to the eyes
That judge me.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
The cold cruel glares
Brought chills down my spine.
They’re judging me
Then I’m despised.
I feel vulnerable
With everyone hating me.
Their eyes bring chains
That I can’t break free.
Why is society so cruel?
Why won’t everyone accept?
Why would they do this,
Knowing it’ll cause me to be depressed?
Maybe I should let it go,
Or try to be confident.
But it be better if
I end it.
Maybe everyone would be happy
From me leaving.
I know no one would care,
Or even would be grieving.
I wonder
If I thought differently.
How would I react to the eyes
That judge me.
This is actually how I feel sometimes. Just to clarify something, I do not support bullying, nor suicide. I really want to bring color and happiness to the world.
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