Nineteen

some days when i’m down just a little bit i drop myself to the floor it’s not a problem if it hurts because i can’t feel ache anymore i only came back home because i wanted to see what changed and when i realise everyone’s gone but i still feel the same i wasn’t meant to be this bored at 19 my friend lived next to me now she won’t wanna see me look differently now that im 19 and now i wish that i could tell all my ex jobs in retail that i should’ve stayed at work cos of the a levels i failed my cousin just told me that my favourite shop shut down and my other one just told me that i’ve always got a frown i’m alone because i’m at home enough the lot i’ve had enough the gore the pain i’ve had so much i love to hate the way i shaped because i’m hurt and living rough and i know i’m nothing to you