They say some people are born with talent rushing through their veins
They swear some babies are born with a smile across their face
But what about the people who were born with the desire to just leave the world again
The people who were born with all kinds’ diseases and disorders
That makes them different
That makes them the topic to whisper about in the hallways
They suffer everyday in plain jane middle schools
Getting trampled in the hallways, and shoved down the stairs
Some people are born destined to leave anyway
Everyone dies eventually, just some die slower and some make themselves die
The special ones continue to live after their death
Their memory lives on
But then there are the people that no one wants
The people like me. Who when we die, no one will remember, because no one ever loved us.
The people that lie shriveled up in the corner
Doing their best to keep their sleeves covering their wrists
And their heads tilted down, so no sees their tears
Growing up going through the stages of bullying,
being laughed at when you pass the people you thought were your friends
sitting alone at the lunch tables gets so depressing that all you want to do is cry
so you move to the bathroom where you get to hear everyones darkest secrets
I grew up not wanting to live another day
People my age sat around painting their nails and doing makeup
Staring at themselves in the mirror
While I hid in the closet
Making tally marks on my skin
So yeah, I still did the norm
Painted my nails
Wore dresses and did my makeup
But I painted my nails black
And the dresses I wore had to be long sleeved
And the makeup I wore was just to try and hide my imperfections even though the ugly shone through
Commenting hate on all of my pictures
I grew up not having any friends
Without anyone that I could speak to after school about my life
Not even my own parents wanted to hear my problems
Ive grown up in the time where everything was on the internet
While the people my age spent their time on their phones taking pictures of themselves
I spent my time not wanting to spend another second looking at myself
Not wanting to spend another second on my phone because I didn’t want to know what people were saying about me through social media
Commenting hate on all of my pictures
I know that there are tons of people around the world just like me.
But the thing is, nobody wants me
Even the people who share my emotions don’t even want to speak to me.
No one sees any worth inside of me
People say that everyone has some flame burning as a desire inside of them
But mine is the desire to die
I live with the desire to not live another day
And I know there are people like me But I still need someone to love me