This is Us
Always wondering about something
Always thinking about something
Always hating a new something about ourselves.
Always talking to ourselves
Having friends and still feeling as if we’re all alone
Having a family and still feeling no one loves us.
Always throwing up food because we see something no one else sees.
Always having our moods change so fast that a Bugatti can’t keep up
Why does it have to be us?
Someone asks what’s wrong?
We reply with a not straight answer and if it is we don’t even know if it’s true or not.
“Should we just kill ourselves” repeated over and over in our head.
Everyday it feels like its get harder and harder.
Pretending is easier but I don’t want to pretend.
One of these days I’m have it in me and I don’t pray for that.
Fuck you I hate you
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