Everyone use to like me, everyone use to talk to me. Everyone use to get excited to hear from me. Now everyone is gone. As if I died, but I'm actually still alive. On my knees crying, wondering what I did that was so wrong. Got me questioning do I actually belong on this earth. Got so sick, I became a ticking bomb, they got so annoyed. They picked me up and threw me and watch me explode. But it's not like it's phased them, they sat their and watch me seize. They were pleased. Crying my eyes out, shaking in fear, not knowing what I did to deserve this. I hear everything that they're saying. This isn't a game anymore, they're not playing around anymore. They stabbed me in the back, they left their knife, hoping it end my life. Got me so fucked, I'm afraid to be tucked in at night. Always ducking from people. Stuck in two different places at once. My mind and reality. It's sucks that I get a reminder when I'm asleep of what you did to me. Ready to shoot, and boot you from my dreams. About to pull the trigger, but I'm mulling my options. Smiling like I've never been hurt, breathing like I've never seized. Loving like I've never been broken.
Trying like I've never gave effort.
Crying like it's my last option. Thinking what I did to be back in the same position as before. Losing people, as if I'm diseased. But I haven't even seized. They're already getting pleased.
