it's soo fucked up that you thought you had friends that cares and loves you. and All you get is being replaced or push away because of a poem that you wrote about your life, and it's so fucked up that you care about them and well-being and loved them, and their flaws and everything about them. but you are sitting here, writing about anything that comes to mind and you want to share it to the whole world and your friends too and your family but you will get judged by it. and hated and get picked on for it.
And you always say happy birthday to all of them when you have the chance to. and it's so funny that they don't think about me or if I am still alive. that's fucked up. because of them
You can't move on in life or have one. well it's a pity and fucked up at the same time