What the Fuck.
What the actual fuck.
Why do I have separation anxiety?
Why do I have depression?
What the fuck?
Why couldn't He spread mental illnesses evenly?
She's mentally stable and I'm a nervous wreck.
Everything happens for a reason right?
Then why do I fall in love so fucking easily, only to get broken?
Why is Kyndra the reason I'm alive if she's also the reason I want to die?
What the FUCK?!
Roses are red.
Flowers smell great.
If gay means happy,
I'm extremely FUCKING straight.
I say I got attacked by a cat, fell off the skateboard, got pushed at school.
In reality, I "shaved" my arm.
I "sharpened my pencil."
I got that knife out of the wood block on the counter and let the blood flow from my wrist, thigh, chest into the bathroom sink.
I say I'm cold, comfortable, shy.
In reality, I have cuts and bruises.
Marks and scars.
I have all the markings of a suicidal person.
I'd call the hotline, but all they do is arrest you and put you in some psych ward.
So if I lose my battle,
Just know my last words.
"WHAT THE FUCK, UNIVERSE?!"