A thought pops into my mind,
"Why?"
Why everything? Why nothing? Why?
Why is it that when I look around
everyone has a smile on their face but me?
[But I'll fake a smile]
Why is it that everyone has their tight
circle of friends when I have not one?
[But I'll pretend I don't care]
Why is it that everyone is in love with
"the man of their dreams" except me?
[But I'll say it doesn't matter]
Why are you happy, and not me?
Throw me a bone here, I've been though enough
I just want the emptiness to go away
Because I'm finished, I'm exhausted
I'm sick and tired of all of it
Do I have to be some robotic plastic bitch
to fit in and have friends?
[No, because I ruin all my true friendships,
and now I'm just getting payback]
Do I have to take my best-friends beau
to be "in love"?
[No, because I have no friends, remember?
And I'm not good enough to be love anyways,
so why am I bitching?]
I don't want to die, but I think that's
the only way to live
Potassium chloride is the way out
[I can just imagine the lethal cocktail
running through my veins]
I'd rather live though, but like I said,
"I'm never going to be happy
Look, this isn't a sob story or
an attention-seeking tale
I just felt like writing, do
do not judge me
Author notes
so yeah, i havent been as good at poetry as i used to
i guess im off my game, i dono
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