“poems” I guess…!

oh how sad, how sad

once again I’m feeling mad

it’s always the same

I’ll never get the fame

whenever I always wanted it

i feel like I’ll never fit

i wanna be something I’m not

on the second thought

maybe yes

I’ll be the poser, wearing that stress

people call fake

even it’s true they say it’s not, IT IS FOR FUCKS SAKE!

at this point, what’s real?

feelings, depression, stress, what could I heal?

no one understands

pass me the contraband

even though I couldn’t 

even though I shouldn’t

I’m rebellious 

I’m helpless

is suicide the only option?

feed me toxin

and I’ll rest in peace