Society

How the world most likely is

I think to myself sometimes is it my fault that i’m bullied,

I think about all the endless times i’ve felt pain,

I feel the pain from society itself,

Most of my friends have cut themselves and you know I don’t understand the word Perfect,

Is it to some way to classify me and the people around me,

Perfect is dumb if someone is perfect then what does that make me and you outcasts, rejects,

No it makes us different I can’t remember how many endless times i’ve thought about dying and how it would feel to just let go and give it all up,

Blades, pills, ropes, crying, and pain are mostly my life besides the people who make it this way, I know those people personally they’re called Me, Myself, and I all the people don’t make you, you make you,

Society is an awful place but 2016 is where we are just think how it will be in a decade, You, Me, and the rest of the world it’s fun to think about,

        I just hope Society doesn’t kill me before my time to go

Author's Note

I got deep