Listen here.

Listen here, this is not a poem, it's a feeling. People have been liking and liking, not asking how I'm feeling. I've been thinking and thinking, about it everyday. It doesn't really matter cause it's a damn big waste. If I hang myself, people might actually really care. But that's just a damn waste of air. I'm hiding myself in poems and rhymes, Crying all night, is that a sign? I'm tryin', I'm really tryin', but it seems hopeless even today. People ask me if I'm alright, and I just lie and smile. I thought my actions spoke louder than my words, I guess it wasn't true. Not even close. I'm not successful, I'm stressful. People come and then go, Just like my spark left a while ago. So listen here, this is just a feeling. you'll forget this ever happen, and continue living. I keep livin' just by rhyming and tryin'. This is a goodbye even though I'm not leavin'.