do you ever lay there at night and think why me,
why do I feel so alone
why am I so scared to go outside
what did I do to deserve the hate inside my mind
why am I the one crying in my room at night
why am I the one who thinks of death as a blissful sleep
what did I do to lose the little girl I once was
I’m still a child
I’m only fifteen
when people ask me why I’m so mature I just say “I had to grow and take care of life or else I would have drowned”
people seem so shocked when some so young can be so wise
but when your mental health drives all your friends away you use a book to escape reality
so I ask one more time
