I want to escape this fucked up place
People call me morbid
But then they only care about the ones who are dead
Isn’t there something wrong with that?
Apparently I’m the only one who sees that
Even my own mother is guilty of this
And it’s getting harder to pretend that this doesn’t bother me
Because it honestly does
It should bother everyone
The day people thought I died
That’s the day they all started caring
But now that I’m alive
And “well”
Where are they?

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