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 bum
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.