the miserable life of a miserable teenager

The big joke was I never knew how to shut up.

Maybe that’s why I can’t even muster the courage to speak these days?

Or maybe it’s the fact I have nothing to say?

What am I supposed to walk around repeating the same garbage? No, they tune out to that.

If I said something with meaning, what would you do?

Applaud me, save my life, or tell me I’m the greatest person to have ever lived? Okay, then what?

I go home and cry alone in my bed.

Because no matter what you say, you have to say more.

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My mind’s too full to spill that much, if I release the dam, all the water gets out.

Stick with your bucket and you’ll be fine.