I Hate It Here.
Everyday I Wake Up And Ask Myself Why?
Why?
Everyday I Wake Up And Wonder Why?
Why?
The Tears Fall Down My Face.
Another Day In Hell.
I Ask Myself What's The Purpose Of Life?
To Live And Not Be Happy?
What Even Makes One Happy?
Smile?
What the Purpose Of Life?
As I Watch Everyone Else Live Their "Happy"
Where's Mine?
They Say Money Brings Happiness...
So Why Do I Work And Still Cry?
Why Do I Buy Food, Eat It and Feel Fat?
Ugly.
Shameless.
Why Can't I Love My Self?
As I Stare In The Mirror Before Me
I Don't Even Recognise The Reflection
As It Blurs
The Tears Fall
Heart Races
Room Fades To Black
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I Hate It Here.
~Rianne
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I Hate It Here.
Teen FictionThoughts and memories becoming your worst nightmare. How do you separate your mind from reality? Being your own worst enemy, your own self sabotage. Can one find their way ? To fight the way one thinks to be the person they always wanted to be?
