To look in the mirror,
To see a skeleton that is me,
To be looked at,
To be laughed at,
To be broken without being touched,
To finally be in love... and have it get taken away,
To be hated for who I am,
To be hated for being an individual,
To be made fun of for the way I dress,
To have friends that use me at their Will,
Having to sit alone...
Having to love noon...
Having no one to love me...
Having nothing left to control in my life...
Not even my life... Because if it had worked when I tried controlling it... I wouldn't be here anymore.
Even though I am dead to everyone and everything else... I'm still not dead to me..
Living with this pain
falling apart piece by piece
Why can't I just go....
