More Of My Self Pity.

I’m tired of all this fighting,
Sick of crying myself to sleep.
Everything is always wrong,
Too much pain hidden too deep.

So paranoid of what others think,
They tell me to just not care.
Yet that’s not easy for me,
As I’m sensitive to every glare.

They won’t stop asking what’s wrong,
It’s not like they worry anyways,
Since I just push them aside
And they allow me to day after day.

It’s like I’m all alone in the world.
Don’t tell me that you understand,
Cuz if I asked you to think of friends
Your list just would not end.

My whole world appears so perfect,
There’s too much that you don’t see.
One day when I’m not here anymore,
You won’t know why, obliviously.

You tell me I do it for attention,
And it makes me hate you more.
You say you know what its like,
But you haven’t been here before.

There’s so much expected of me
And it’s too much for me to give.
I keep disappointing you time and again,
I hate this f u c k i n g life I have to live.

[Confused. Venting. Sorry.]