the miserable life of a miserable teenager

You’ll never know the pain of fighting your own thoughts everyday, until you fight them.

Everybody has rough days, but I’m tired of hearing I’m stronger than my rough life.

Nobody cares about the past, but it haunts me every waking moment.

Wanting to disappear into thin air, blow away with the wind.

Every time you guilt me into staying, you chip off a piece of my tolerance,

my patience.

I’ve given you the benefit of the doubt, now we’re both exhausted.

It can only end 2 ways, you know.

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