Life is upside down
I messed up so many times
I am not luck
I don't get to confess until the turn to someone else
I hurt so much
My crush likes my harasser
I hide my scratches
My dark circles
My sadness
I broke
Like glass
I was brittle
I was dropped
Many Many times
I wish my terror would end
I am not lucky
Is this what happens when you try to help
If so I wont
I didn't mean to
I snapped at my other friend
I yelled I was so mad
or was it just sadness..
Will they tell the rest of friends I have left
Will everyone hate me
I am ready to end it all
Just give me the word