Situational Irony by Pitsery 

Someone said that I need to aim high,

Always reminding myself that I'm fine.

I hated living every time,

Yet I don't want to die.

I'm just trying to be confident,

Every piece never felt contentment,

Because everything feels like I couldn't,

And I'm afraid to enter a commitment.

Hoping I can't do,

What I'm just forced to do.

To my friends who wanted me new,

No one ever asked me what I always wanted too.

I'm having trouble breathing,

From the problems I am seeing,

As my demons started grinning,

I wanted my ears to stop hearing.

No one wants me in their houses,

My eyes are glued to the unread messages,

So I just stayed quiet until my mind loses,

All I could do was cover my bruises.

It's always my fault,

Even sugar tasted like salt.

Can I just set my emotions to default?

Or can I just go back inside my vault?

I keep staring at my rigged parts,

They're right that I'm not a sister at heart.

All I can feel is emptiness as my mind departs,

They could recognise that I'm not really a piece of art.

Should I just disregard my needs?

Because my soul is starting to bleed.

I really can't breathe,

From all the emotions I can read.

Did the universe say that I'm not really destined?

I can't remember that I ever listened,

Hopelessly saying all of my reasons,

I never learned all my lessons.

I have been broken beyond repair,

My brother and I always get compared.

These shards I wanted to share,

I already threw them because no one cared.