Someone Else.

I think I'll fall asleep in an hour I think I'll be dead in a week I'm sick of bitter arrogance- it isn't something unique. In fact it's kind of grotesque the way I choose to progress it's like i'm slowly cutting from my feet and stopping at my chest. Do you get it yet? Do you find it hard to understand? Am I not what you were looking for or do I need to be better than I am? I'm only asking. I think that's fair. But then again I'm getting acquainted with despair. I tell myself it isn't real. I try to believe that you care. But all that goes out the window when I see you are not there. It's unusual; the way I trip over myself. Therapists and teachers always said I needed help. But I didn't believe them. Ignorant was how I felt. Trapped, corner, isolated- I was pissed with what was dealt. Just know that I didn't keep it. I just walked right on out. And for every moment I've been defeated- at least I wasn't someone else.

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