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May 1, 2026 at 6:52:05 PM
What's your website? (And do you have a button?):
i dont have a website </3
Your father stayed quiet when you yelled
“No one likes me, no one helped.”
Your mother cried when you said
“The girls at school want me dead.”
Your friends worried every day
If you would wake up, if you were okay
You believe you did that to yourself
But that’s too hard to say
So you blamed it on everyone else
And pushed them away
And every time you pleaded your case
Someone yelled, someone said you could be replaced
They didn’t mean it, but you didn’t see that
So you quieted down and quietly walked away
You know they want help, but you ignore them anyway