the miserable life of a miserable teenager

You’ll never see it how I do.

You’ll never feel bad as I do.

And you’ll never apologize like I do.

The voice in my head, is you.

Might as well be connected directly to your text messages.

Selfish, selfish man.

How could you?

I was a baby, in your arms and

you dropped me.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I was a suicidal teen, in your house and

you pushed me.