Lied to, disrespected, played, never listened to, my feelings never matter, the weird one, it’s all me. It’s ironic that I’m the first child when I don’t have the qualities. Lonely, depressed and no one to talk to because everytime I open up they always find a way to leave me. I’m not suicidal but I’m really tired to be honest. I don’t know why I’m still here.
in Confession