I Hate Myself
One thing I am really good at is pretending I am fine, pretending I am happy when I am not. I don't know why I am born. I love it when I am asleep.I can leave this stupid life temporarily, escape this hell of a world. I don't want to be here yet I don't want to kill myself. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so trapped. I hate my body, my face, my looks, my everything. I always make mistakes, over and over again, keep doing the wrong things, can never do something right. I feel so ashamed by myself. I just feel I should die off. It's better for me and everyone else. I have nothing to strive for, nothing to look forward to, it's like there's nothing left for me anymore....