There’s only one word that describes how I feel inside

Of all the pain, agony, and frustration that I obviously can’t hide.

Walking around wishing I were dead

Thinking about giving someone a gun just to put a bullet in my head.

Got my head down to the ground most of the time

I used to rap, now I can’t even spit a rhyme.

My insides hurt, but not due to pain

My thoughts are different, I hope I’m not going insane.

The funniest thing can’t put a smile on my face

If I was on a team, I’d be the dude you’d have to replace.

Sometimes I feel like uughh, and that is not cool

And I didn’t start feeling like this, untill the day I finished school.