I just want to drop dead. This world is so gorgeous to everyone but me. I only see the ugly, the flaws, the imperfections. It\'s easy to see the whole world from an outside perspective. But it\'s not easy to escape it when you\'re already free to be who you want because no one wants you on their team. Can I drop dead? They say I\'m too ugly, too dumb, not intact mentally. Me and this world just weren\'t meant to be. So can I just drop dead? Hazel said I would be forever alone. And Caanan said I looked like a rat. I\'m sorry to rat my bullies out but it won\'t matter when I drop dead. Bullet. Shot. Head. That\'s all it takes for me to obtain peace and escape from this world that treats me like a piece of shit. What do I make of this? What do I have going for myself? Worthless poetry written for nobody but for you to read and provide your sympathy.
No one is into me, no one really cares.
Just need to empty my ink just to feel empty again.
This poetry is just a temporary remedy.
But a permanent solution would be for me to drop dead.
Co-workers overlook me, ignore me, don\'t give me a stare.
And I mess up a lot and I lack common sense, so everyone thinks I\'m mentally challenged.
And I go home to my parents, mom is good, but dad causes damage to my sanity and self-esteem.
He says I was never smart and never will be.
He says I\'m not intact mentally.
I say me and this world are just not meant to be.
So let me drop dead.
Verbal abuse in this apartment I call home and verbal abuse at work, at school, everywhere I go.
Mistreatment everywhere I go.
Disrespected by everyone I know.
No friends, no life, all I do is stay home.
Too afraid to go outside, I\'m antisocial.
And I hate my life, I can\'t stand it.
So can I just drop dead?