If you took the time to notice me
I'd have somewhere to be,
and someone to live for.

I'm sorry
that I ever started taking you.
You were the Devil in disguise.
I wish I'd done some research
on what you really were.
Now I'm stuck in this mess,
happy that I caught your flaws
before death consumed me.
Vitamin B6...
why did you have to almost **** me?

You're not responding to anyone,
and the last trace of you
was four days ago.

Everyone's so worried
that you might be dead
but we hope you're not.

Why won't you respond?
Was it something I said?
Or are you just too sick to press send?

We need to know,
my friend.
Please tell us that you're not dead.

Where are you?
What can even be said?
Where have you been for the last week and a half?

I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.

I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.

I have warm house,
and I have a bed.

I have a computer,
and a small tablet.

I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.

I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.

Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.

Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.

Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.

When the lights go out
and darkness swallows everything,
you will find me panicking.
I am petrified
of what could be hiding,
waiting for me to fall asleep
so it can **** me with ****** claws.

Standing there,
all tall and handsome.
Laughing with your friends,
who all adore you.
In class you're one of the smartest,
always answering questions right.
All the girls admire you
and they all want to be with you.
Even I,
but I know I could never have you
because you are Mr. Impossible For Me.

The first time we met,
you greeted me with a small smile.
You said, "Hello."
I just wish it didn't come with "Hell."