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Jul 2015
Why am i still here?
on this planet?
in this world?
Why am i still spinning with all the others?
wHY CAN’t I ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING?
why cant i be good?
why can’t i be…
perfect,
beautiful,
unique,
funny,
awesome,
fantastic,
smART,­?
WHY AM I..
STUPID,
IMPERFECT,
UGLY,
FAT,
BORING,
ALONE,
SUICIDAL,
DEPRES­SED,
BIPOLAR,
ANXIOUS,?
WHY AM I…
DIFFERENT?
WHY HAVEN'T I DIED YET?
I WANT TOO.
ALOT.
LIKE REALLY BADLY.
I KNOW..
IM FUCKIMNG CRAZY,
A LITTLE ON THE ****** SIDE.
MAYBE A TAD BIT OF A WACK JOB.
CRAZY OR INSANE IS FINE BY ME.
I GUESS.
I HAVE SO MANY LABELS.
CALL ME WHATEVER YOU WANT.
THEY DO IT.
HE DOES IT.
SHE DOES IT.
I DO IT.
EVEN MY OWN ******* MOM DOES IT.
WHY NOT YOU.
BE SMART.
LABEL ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME..
BUT..
EVENTUALLY YOU'LL RUN AWAY TOO.
HE DID IT.
SHE DID IT.
THEY DID IT.
I DO IT.
MY MOM DOES IT.
MY LOVE DID IT.
EVERYONE DOES IT.
SO, WHY NOT YOU.
WELL, IT WILL BE A MATTER OF TIME..
BEFORE YOU GO RUNNING AWAY FROM ME.
brooke myers
Written by
brooke myers  california
(california)   
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   Camron Elliott
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