exams//christmas

exams are in two days
christmas is on the way
but day to day
i want to die
its like i feel way too much
but not enough to care
they say this is depression
but my meds
should have worked
everyone asks the same goddamn question
are you okay
well
what
the
fuck
do
you
think?
the answer is simply two letters
one syllable
and still people can't understand
NO
and they respond with the same variations
of misinterpretation
but i should, could, would be happy
if i wasn't such a human
i've been told this is life
i'm not sure if i like
living
maybe i am secretly a robot
or not so secretly undead
when my eyelids are lead
and i carry chains
this isn't fun
i don't like this
i cannot blame my autism for everything
when i fuck up like usual
i'm at school
with exams in two days
christmas on the way
but day to day
i want to die

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Me

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