23/6/22 | 4:18am
The shit that they say fucks with your mind and it fucking hurts you, making you feel like your mere existence does nothing but burden them. Every single time they look at you, you see nothing but disappointment in their eyes. And because of that, you end up hating yourself so much that you want to die.
Every single day. You just feel like that. To the point that you inflict that pain onto yourself.
I didn't ask to be born. It would've been better if I wasn't born at all.
Are my feelings not valid if it's not to that extent? Do they not matter if I don't have bruises all over every day?
But I do... I have them every day. You just can't see them. That's the problem.
I wish I was dead. Somebody please kill me.
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Thoughts I Had Today
ПоэзияA book filled with poems of my thoughts. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm & abuse.
