Poems. My storys into words.

#27

I'm fine.
I promise.
I'm not wishing I was dead.
Not wishing I could end it all right now.
But who am I kidding.
I wish I could end it all
Give myself all the pain I think I deserve.
I'm a piece of shit.
I can't do anything
I'll never amount to anything.
And God I hate myself so much.
So why do I have to be here.
I just want to end my life.
I just wish I was fine but that will never be more than a simple lie.
But everyone seems to believe it.
I'm sorry I'm not fine.