Is life worth living?

Who Am I?

Q: What is happening there?

A: Things I can't explain.

Q: What is hiding behind despair?

A: A big cry for help.

Q: What are those voices that I hear every night?

A: Weird thoughts that run freely through my mind...

Q: Where do they come from?

Q: Where do they go?

Q: Who they belong to?

A: I would love to know...But I don't...

Don't I have the right to explore what is going on in my mind?

To search for answers, to bring the truth to light?

Don't I have the right to question my own sanity?

Something that has been strange for me lately...

Don't I have the right to know what broke me ?

What the hell made me feel unworthy?

Can I please go there in the dark to find myself?

I need to clear the mess I made myself,

I want to be alone with myself,

To get help from myself, 

To heal myself, 

To hug myself, to trust myself again

To reassure myself that I will no longer feel pain...

I need myself, but I am lost (the current me)

I miss someone who is a ghost (the old me)

I need myself, but I need the self that loved life

Not the self that lives on the edge of the knife...

I hate myself, I hate who I became

I was a stupid pawn in a stupid game...called life.

I hate myself, I hate my body, 

I hate everything about me.

I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself

I hate myself because I am not asking anyone for help...

I just want peace...of mind, 

I just want to be...fine

I want to cry, I want to die

I want a hug, I want a smile

I want to be erased from this world

But I also don't want to be alone

I am a burden, I am a source of stress

I am a loser, I am a mess

I am sadness

I am loneliness

I am everything, I am also nothing

I am the ending and the beginning...

And I am also human.

(I)