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.
