Meds keep me alive
That is it i do not want to be alive this way i want to be genuine i need to know why i am living
I cry everyday when i am alone
I pretend to be okay when i am with somebody even if they are nobody to me i just want to rest
fuck me manโฆ the more i โworkโ harder to resemble a man the more miserable i get
at the end of the day i am a weird looking โgirlโ with curves who is 5โ5 like that is fucking sad
nobody sees me as even a boy they are all pretending to โget alongโ with my little crazy simulation
At least bring something back to me
If god really exists then return at least one thing back to me
Either a happy family, my dead brother and friends, my dream body, or something that i do not feel fucking suicidal every fucking day i am not okay i am not fucking okay