You hate me, won't talk to me,
I'm not supposed to care but I run away and cry,
Just kill me.
I want to die.
This is just a scribbled page of smudged words that veer off of the lines,
I don't care if it lacks punctuation and,
is more of a rant than a 'meaningful expression of thought and emotion.'
I was an individual.
Now I'm worn down by 'the system',
And I'm ready to give up and die, I don't care,
If a society of bitching plastic-brained clones,
Speaks ill of me after my death.
Kill me now or I'll kill myself.