Siamese Believe
Student
- Dec 8, 2025
- 127
I just keep trying, looking for something that isn't there. My family finds me to be a nuisance and I can't accept it and keep to myself.
I won't say that my death won't crush them because it will. But that's after death though, after death they'll care more about me. But while I'm here, they push me away.
But this is how these stories always tend to go right? Once someone finally frees themself, then it's could've, should've, would've. But it's too late.
They don't want me to talk about how I feel at all, they find it annoying. They say I complain too much.
It's so hard to accept that I have no one, sometimes I see myself as some Frankenstein monster.
I won't say that my death won't crush them because it will. But that's after death though, after death they'll care more about me. But while I'm here, they push me away.
But this is how these stories always tend to go right? Once someone finally frees themself, then it's could've, should've, would've. But it's too late.
They don't want me to talk about how I feel at all, they find it annoying. They say I complain too much.
It's so hard to accept that I have no one, sometimes I see myself as some Frankenstein monster.