sixteen.

it hurts it hurts it hurts
to breathe
to live

I'm screaming for help
but no one's listening
no one ever does

today was just a friendly reminder
that you're not good enough

that you're too cringey
that you're not funny
that you're fucking pathetic
that everyone else is better than you
by millions and millions
(you were never good enough)

and all that comes out of your mouth
is shit shit shit

no I don't like you like that
all I want is for us to be friends

why

when you can tell someone to drink bleach just like that (do you mean it?)
when you can hit shove kick hurt other people just like that (you don't mean it)

why

why do I still want to be friends with you

but hey, who am I to judge
after all, I'm a bad person, right?
fuck
I don't know

I hate myself
I've only ever hated myself.