• ******** me and to hell with my identity
    I'm sick of my self damaging habits,
    of friends who don't know me
    of my parents resting blissfully oblivious.
    I'm tired of the hate I feel
    the hate I hold close because its for me
    and the hate that burns like a brand for a million injustices in this broken world.
    I'm so fed up with my own quiet,
    with my timid mannerisms and my habits of not speaking when I hurt
    I'm tired of crying myself to sleep and knowing deep down that no one knows
    Worrying that the truth of the matter is that no one cares.
    sleep is an escape but only temporarily
    sooner or later you wake up and you have to put up with all the s**t again.
    I think now and then about just not waking up again.
    but that threat is hollow because regardless of who is doing right by me I can't do that to them. so please excuse me I'm going to go from this place in the company of myself and drink this bitter brew called my life.