Dead

Kinda funny how it all seems to come down to the same old things and the same old stories the same old torture pain, tears, people nothing ever changes not for us, not when the way you look is offending to another not when your life is to be scrutinized by people who have absolutely no clue who you really are or what goes through your head on a day like this when everything is going wrong and everyone is crying and how do i feel? i feel like dying and i think i just might finally end it all like i begged for not so long ago when you told me to just give it up and dying is easy its the cowards way out but then i am a coward because i can't stay here in this hell-hole not when the only one who ever heard me crying out for help is now turned against me and you used me and you killed something inside me.