People look at me,
They see all my scratches and the look in my eyes.
And then, they whisper the same words that everyone else does.
Over and over i hear those words.
Its what im labelled as.
But, its ok..
I just laugh with them.
"Huh yeah. im SO insane."
Pills have stopped numbing the pain.
Drinks have stopped making me forget their stares and laughs.
Dr*gs have stopped making me be happy.
Buts its ok..
I'll find a way to make all of this stop.
as a past life used to say,
"We are all going to die..."
And they were right.
The bombs ended their young life.
And soon, i will be like them.