I want to live my life inside,
I don't want to go outdoors,
It's too hot out there,
And the world is a bore,

I don't want to get a job,
**** working everyday,
I don't feel like being told I'm not good enough and I should go away,

Give me everything I need,
Or just let me die like this,
Because if you make me go today I swear to god that ill be ******,

The reason I'm writing this **** is because I'm depressed and so alone,
And this poem is the most shallow thing but this is the first time I've felt something in a week,
God that makes me weak,
Not the fact that I feel something,
But the fact that its been bottled up inside,
Maybe a week isn't long to you,
But when the bottles full,
It's pretty **** hard to hide.