the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My weeks are filled with nothingness.

My lungs are filled with temporary fixes.

My eyes are filled with tearful shame.

I don’t wanna be here.

You don’t want me here.

I don’t wanna do this.

Everyday is the same,

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at the same time.

“How can you live like this?”

Simple, I can’t.