the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Restart my routers.

There’s too many viruses on me.

They’ve taken control.

Please, believe this isn’t me.

Just a wannabe version.

But that shell of a person, is trying.

They tell me to do more, like I’m not already doing enough for them. I have done enough for them. Lost enough for them.

So forgive me, if I break a few rules,

I followed them long enough.

May not be giving much anymore, but I’ll always feel my energy be packaged to you.

Because of the stain,

that you left on my mind. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.