I'm unwanted,
Yet trying to fit in.
I know they loathe me,
Yet I still strive to be accepted.
I have limited friends,
Yet people think I'm popular.
I want to end my life,
Yet I still smile.
I'm so alone,
Yet push everyone away.
I'm so tired of getting up,
Yet I do it everyday.
I hate seeing people cry,
Yet I'm mean anyway.
I'm tired of happy pills,
Yet I take them every morning.
I want to cry,
Yet I keep tears down.
I want someone to know I want out,
Yet I hide it from everyone even my mum.
I've written so many suicide notes,
Yet I haven't used a single one.
I've planned my funeral,
Yet never given it the chance.
I want nothing else than to die,
So why am I still here?
Author notes
Sometimes I get so depressed and can't do anything. I want to change schools desperately because everyone hates me at my current school but I'm not allowed to. I hate my life at the moment, well not my life because it's great but I guess I just hate myself a lot these days because I'm socially retarded and can't keep friends very well. Please fucking kill me?
Well I think it's bad, what do you think?
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It scares me you think that way. I get where your coming from, as more than once people have said wtf to me when my "other selfs" have emerged. And i expect people to respond to this comment in the same way.
"I have limited friends,
Yet people think I'm popular"
I guess i fit in that category though, i sure as hell thought everyone loved you.
"I want to change schools desperately because everyone hates me at my current school"
I sure as hell know i dont hate you, i know sam doesnt hate you.
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AAWW I was sad at the time coz of some comments. I just wanna start over sometimes but hey everyone gets like this
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Oh my dear Ashlie. *tears*, please, come and talk to me, just give me a hug, anything. I love you and I wish other people wouldnt make your life hell or make you so upset. Stay here with me? Can we suffer together? Maybe we should run away together and live in harmony. I connected to every single word of this poem! its sad and depressing because im feeling the exact same way too. I feel pushed away by "friends" and like theres now become limited people out there for me. Noone ever wants to hear what ive got to say and I struggle to keep friends or just people near me. I dont know where id be if i didnt have josh helping me out. please come to me, because i wanted to quote the whole poem and say that every single word, sylable, letter, filled me with angst and sadness. You're good at what you do ashy and please never leave, just come to me, just hug me
"I'm unwanted,
Yet trying to fit in.
I know they loathe me,
Yet I still strive to be accepted.
I have limited friends,
Yet people think I'm popular."
Love Swintha
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