It seems to always come to this.
Crying at night, multiple showers.
Getting dressed and leaving at night.
I keep missing the mark.
How do I not see it?
Things are worse then they have ever been.
I feel like I should just leave.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anything.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this.
Maybe I'll die like this.
I should give up because it is easy.
I don't do well with hard work.
If I do, you will know you weren't worth it.
You are, maybe just not me.
I just want to die.
Get life over with.
If I do, maybe you can find somebody new.
Let's hope you do.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
It seems to always come to this.
Crying at night, multiple showers.
Getting dressed and leaving at night.
I keep missing the mark.
How do I not see it?
Things are worse then they have ever been.
I feel like I should just leave.
I don't know anymore.
I don't know anything.
Maybe I'm not cut out for this.
Maybe I'll die like this.
I should give up because it is easy.
I don't do well with hard work.
If I do, you will know you weren't worth it.
You are, maybe just not me.
I just want to die.
Get life over with.
If I do, maybe you can find somebody new.
Let's hope you do.
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