the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Restart my routers.

There’s too many viruses on me.

They’ve taken control.

Please, believe this isn’t me.

Just a wannabe version.

But that shell of a person, is trying.

They tell me to do more, like I’m not already doing enough for them. I have done enough for them. Lost enough for them.

So forgive me, if I break a few rules,

I followed them long enough.

May not be giving much anymore, but I’ll always feel my energy be packaged to you.

Because of the stain,

that you left on my mind.