I Am Done
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I don't like this.
This feeling.
I hate it.
I am not sure what I'm feeling.
It's like I am uneasy about something.
I can't figure it out,
And it scares me.
I don't want to say yes,
Then change my mind.
Or say no,
But mean to say yes.
I will go with my head held high,
But I know the truth.
I am dying inside.
I am so scared.
I am scared to try and then fail.
I don't need that disappointment.
I had enough.
Stop asking me how I am.
Stop caring.
Stop ignoring me.
I just hate this.
Make it stop.
Stop life.
My life.
As if I am a baby,
Taking those first steps frightens me.
I don't like this.
My chest is tightening.
My heart is clenching.
Others are sick of me.
I deserve it.
I deserve nothing that I have.
Strip me from my clothes.
Strip me from my life.
Erase my existence.
I am sure it's already forgotten.
That makes me angry.
I want to rip my hair out,
And my skin,
My pain and suffering.
I want it to end.
I am tired of this crying.
All this self pity.
I hate myself.
I am not good enough.
I am ugly.
I am scared.
I am tired.
I am ugly.
I am done.
{Written in 2015}
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