I had this really depressing poem written out for you guys.

But then whats the point?

The people who matter don't care anyways

And I know I'll never come out

Because they could never accept me

I try do hard to be tye perfect child

But does it even matter?

My dad called me a failure

And I know he's right

I know I'm a failure

But it hurts to hear someone else say it

I'm barely a teenager

But I already want to fucking kill myself....