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Lying here
Sometimes i scream and start to cry
Then i lay down and wonder why
I wonder why the "cool kids" are so mean to me.
And why all the girls tell me to die.
The boys tell me to get a life.
And i just lay here wondering why.
Back in sixth grade i was pretty and popular and like a barbie. Fashionable and fabulous.
But in seventh grade Im ugly and an emo and always just dreaming.
Dreaming about getting out of here.
Leaving this life and people behind.
I never could ever, ever succeed.
But i wish that this was all just a dream.
I wish that there were people who believed in me.
I wish i could go back to sixth grade, and live my happy lovely life.
And maybe then, I'd be just fine.
Not laying here and cutting and crying.
And constantly thinking of dying.
Then i lay down and wonder why
I wonder why the "cool kids" are so mean to me.
And why all the girls tell me to die.
The boys tell me to get a life.
And i just lay here wondering why.
Back in sixth grade i was pretty and popular and like a barbie. Fashionable and fabulous.
But in seventh grade Im ugly and an emo and always just dreaming.
Dreaming about getting out of here.
Leaving this life and people behind.
I never could ever, ever succeed.
But i wish that this was all just a dream.
I wish that there were people who believed in me.
I wish i could go back to sixth grade, and live my happy lovely life.
And maybe then, I'd be just fine.
Not laying here and cutting and crying.
And constantly thinking of dying.
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