It may not seem like it at all.

Not the type to be alone and brawl.

But I am. I'm exactly that person.

Thy type that feels like a burden.


Burden to every single friend of mine.

Burden to those who ask if I'm fine.

I feel like a complete waste of space.

No way I was meant for this place.


It's terrible, really, it does ****.

This life is draining. I'm out of luck.

I'm a burden to everyone.

I'm sure they'd rather see me gone.


So I'll do that. I'll disappear.

Somewhere far away from here.