What if I told you that I'm different.
You think we're all the same but what if I told you that my kind is different.
What if I told you I'm not the person you think you know.
What if I told you that I'm not alright.
I mean I don't feel dead but I'm not alive.
What if I'm here but somewhere amid depression that's where my mind resides.
What if I told you that the way I think is different because I don't see any good in people.
What if I told you that I'm not a normal person but I only follow the adage that says 'when in a monkey kingdom, you act like a monkey"
What if I told you that everynight I have suicidal thoughts with a knife in my hands.
What if I told you I'm in prison in my own mind and I'm the one who convicted myself with my own mind.
What if I told you that everything you think I love is everything I despise even when I know it'll hurt me but all I do is smile
What if I told you this is a suicide note and I'm writing this on my skin with a table knife.
What if I told you that I was never proud of being alive but I really don't want to die.
And what if I told you that being dead is better than being alive.
What if I told you that I never loved you but you were just there for me to pass time.
What if I told you that everything I've been said was a lie and I used you for my own personal feelings.
What if I told you that you're always right and I'm always wrong.
What if I told you that I never even existed but an imagination which you desire to come to past.
What if I told you that your memory of me is all nothing but a dream.
What if I told you that I was never real.
What if I told you this is the last I'll be writing because my pen is tired of being alive.
ImpeRial Pen
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