A Student Cries For Help

Dedicated to Destiny
I don't know why I bother talking.
Everyone ignores me anyway.
It's not like I hide behind dark clothes.
I'm just unwanted.
I don't know why I try to make friends.
They always end up stabbing me in the back.
I'm friendly and I care about people,
But I'm just unlikeable, I guess.
I should just stop showing up for school.
I mean, my grades already suck.
My brain moves so fast that I can't pay attention to one subject.
Everyone seems to think I'm an idiot, though.
I don't know why I love my family.
We fight so often that I'm constantly mad at them.
Most of the time I hide in my room, reading.
My parents call me "difficult".
I don't know why I bother living.
We're all supposed to die anyway, right?
I doubt anyone would miss me if I left.
I'm an unwanted, unlikeable, difficult idiot.
I don't know why I'm still writing this.
No one's even going to read it.
Yet there's still so much I need to say.
Three words is all it takes.
SOMEONE.
HELP.
ME.
I write stories. I eat food. I make friends. I read books. I be crazy. I be Kenzee. 22:18, May 22, 2013 (UTC)