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Playing Pretend.
The air feels thick, I can barely breath
My mind is a mess, muddled with memories
Emptiness eats at every part of me
I try to move, but I am left trembling
How do I fix myself, how do I ask for help
I’m too young to be this sad
Yet, no one understands
I’m terrified of my future
Scared I’ll never amount to anything
Failure feels inevitable
And all I wish is to be normal
To dissipate this anger, my anguish
Yet that will never come, and to die is selfish
How cruel, how inhumane they must be
To keep me here amongst my suffering
I understand their reasoning, yet I cannot accept it
Not when my heart aches, mind unbearably desperate
I just want it to end, I’ve grown tired of playing pretend.
My mind is a mess, muddled with memories
Emptiness eats at every part of me
I try to move, but I am left trembling
How do I fix myself, how do I ask for help
I’m too young to be this sad
Yet, no one understands
I’m terrified of my future
Scared I’ll never amount to anything
Failure feels inevitable
And all I wish is to be normal
To dissipate this anger, my anguish
Yet that will never come, and to die is selfish
How cruel, how inhumane they must be
To keep me here amongst my suffering
I understand their reasoning, yet I cannot accept it
Not when my heart aches, mind unbearably desperate
I just want it to end, I’ve grown tired of playing pretend.
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