Since I was a little boy I remember not fitting in, not understanding why someone didnt like me, not understanding why my perants encouraged me not to make freinds, why I somehow was more advanced on maturity level, but always craving to play, why people made fun of deranged father, why the teacher treated me differently, why I, a 8 year old child was was thinking of life and death, good and bad, why I a 13 year old boy clad in odd sized clothes mismatched like my soul, was thinking what it feel like for it all to end, why me a 15 year old clinically deppressed, quirky boy with a brittle self esteem was thinking why? Why me a 17 year a smart and intellectual was redoing his GCSEs again. Because of someone else's fault. Why me a 19
year old was being forced to work, full time for another 3 years so.I could got to another damn country to become what my shit grades didnt let me become at home, why
me a 21 year old was in 30,000 debt why me a 24 year old was
wondering why a girl wont ait next
t to me in class even though I am smart, why me a 24 year old was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder was longingly looking at the from the side of a bridge, why Me a 25 year old medical school dropout, in 60,000 debt was on the verge of a major mental breakdown, with only a bottle of vodka as his freind, why me a 27 year old virgin was with no freinds and family, no clean clothes, living in a flat which he cant afford anymore, was desperately looking for a job, why me a 34 year old diagnosed with renal failure is finally giving up on a life that he should not have lived, why me! For fuck sake.
Why do I have to have the short stick, why do my problems have to haunt me at night.
Why me a little boy who is going to die without a feel of a woman's flesh, was looking back at his life, when there was nothing to see.