This is the last peom I will ever write.

I hate poetry. I can no longer stand to look at my own words no more than I can stand to look at my own reflection. I've become overly critical of everyone in my life, not because they are bad people, but because they are better than me. Its been 3 weeks since I convinced myself I didn't need antidepressants anymore and things are going okay. Its not that taking them made me happy, they made me ignorant.

Ignorant to the fact that I feel like an outcast no matter where I'm at or who I'm with. Ignorant to the fact that I'm truly not happy.

I will always be that one kid who jokes about suicide to the point that his friends don't know if he's joking or not, and to be honest I'm not sure if I am. I'm so tired of feeling like everyone around me is so well out together and I feel like this. I'm so tired in general. I want to sleep. Not in a bed but a house with satin sheets and oak walls that fits one person. This room will be lowered into the earth where I can finally be free of the pressures I put myself under.

I don't want to feel like this anymore. And I think one of the worst parts is, no one takes pictures of me.

I know it may seem small, but a picture says that you're worth remembering.

So maybe I should just be forgotten