You lied to me.
Again.
Why'd you promise to not play me,
When you did?
Why did you tell me you loved me,
When you didn't?
Why?
Why am I crying?
Why am I sobbing?
Why am I screaming?
Why do I wanna get the gun so bad?
Why do I hate myself?
Why am I counting every flaw?
My body,
My face,
My attitude,
Myself.
I hate it all.
