This Is Nothing

I don't care much for the dead flowers.
In fact, I'm envious in a way.
Nobody knows how much I would give,
To fall asleep and never awake.

And I can yell and I can scream,
But there won't always be a silver lining.
Every day I smile for them
But not for long, 'cause I am dying.

Of course I never wanted to be
The person that I  now am
But take a look at yourselves,
Are you who you wanted to be back then?

I'm not here to make excuses,
I just thought I'd make a point.
I know you all want me dead
And I'm not one to disappoint.

You think you're unique for calling me weak,
The joke's on you, though.
Call me weak, call me awful,
But I don't care because I already know.