i wanted to die
and now that i almost did
im like **** why didnt i?
my peripheral views lie to me
miscalculated love and understanding
because truly no one knows what that means
no one even knows me
im a fake a fraud
i hide i lie
theres nothing inside
blackness, darkness
i want to forget it all
i have no regrets
i have no wishes
just ******* end it
i’m not curious
i know myself
complex, cruel, crazy
smoke it away
forget what people say
irrelevant, nonexistent
facts over opinions
the only form of vacation i know
is the escape in my own isolation
i know who i am
i’ve found myself
i am ashamed
i thought they would accept me as i came
they didn’t
all that i want to be i am
they are not satisfied
it doesn’t make me feel sad inside
it doesn’t make me insecure
i have never felt more sure
of myself because no one else
is like me, i’m unique
but i’m not how they want me to be
**** them
i am my own heaven
i dont need anyone
i am the only one
who is like me
and i am all i need.