This isn't a poem...a song...a love letter...or any of that bullshit. This is a list of reasons why I hate myself...so much.
Do you know why I hate myself? Because I can never make people happy when I need to. All I do is hurt people. People I love. I hate myself because I just fuck up everything. People always tell me how stupid I am, or how weak I am. They always tell me what a dumbass I am. I hate myself because people feel the need to tell me to kill myself all the time. What have I done so terribly wrong that people want me to kill myself? I hate myself because I can't stay clean for shit. Anything I do wrong I feel like I need to cut as a release. But recently I've done something. I hurt someone who meant so much to me. He was the sweetest boy who cared and I fucked that up too. I felt so bad I attempted to kill myself over it. Does that make you all happy? That I actually want my life to end? I fucking hope so.
