Changes

Sunday Monday and Tuesday I wanted to end it then

Wednesday I tried to leave a suicide note but my pen is dead

I don't know if this is a sign or if I should check my pencil lead

Or if I should take too many of my pills and go lay up in my bed

Growing up I met my dad once maybe that's where all this stems from

And the person I call dad loves me but I know I'm just a stepson

He really is the best so I love him and respect him

But when your biological don't give a fuck it's hard to feel special

Or maybe because I was awkward and I never fit it

I didn't have no other siblings and I didn't like those other children

School seemed ridiculous so I questioned the assignments given

Teachers thought I was stupid and unruly cuz I had my own opinions