bullys

I never chose to be this way.
I'm just waiting for the day that I don't feel depressed.
I feel like I'm compressed in my own reputation.
My past deceives me, I'm not that person anymore.
People perceive me as, a whore, ugly, and "attention seeker"
I receive, mean commits from people.
They act like I have some kind of problem.
I guess I'm a little moody, but does anyone deserve this?
I was a mess, I thought I could clean it up.
I was a little to mean, I didn't realize the ramifications.
Past is past they say, but what do they really mean?
Therefore, I see no day that darkness is not around me.
What is there to be happy about, if nobody is there.
Does anybody care?-nobody is there
Nobody dares to say hey, due to the insults.
It takes intense effort to get through my days.
I don't know why i try.
What would it be like for me to die?
Would anyone even cry?
My heart is like a broken mirror.
You can try to fix it but the crack's still there.