the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Sincerely, the others.

Was I not pretty enough?

Not funny enough?

Doesn’t matter, I wasn’t enough.

I’m not enough.

I’ll always be another invisible,

anonymous trash.

Some days, I wish my parents had exploited me as a kid to be a child star.

So I would have something, you know?

But they didn't. Hold the applause,

go back a few chapters.

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Nobody knows me.

Nobody cares about me.

If I went missing, wouldn’t even make the news. When I die, I’ll just be another suicide statistic.