they say I'm overdramatic
all I want to do
is sit in my attic
smoke and listen to the static

I feel so alone
when I'm home

when I'm out
I don't want to be there
I get scared

"just breathe"
I dry heave 
all I wanna do is leave

they tell me I'm no fun
maybe I'm a ***

I feel the judging eyes

when I  meet my demise
will they miss me
would they wish to kiss me?

when I die
please don't cry

I know you won't.