It seemed like I meant nothing to anyone, not even my own family. I felt the need to die everyday because my life didn't seem worth it. I was just an insignificant soul that had no purpose in this fucked up world.
I feel like no one and there's not a soul that is capable of caring about me, it's okay though because I'll be fine on my own. People tell me they wish there were more people like me, honestly that would be horrible. I'm a horrible person who has a mind filled with suicidal thoughts. I can't care about people for too long or else I'll depend on them for almost everything, it's what I'm stuck with now. I wish I could just die because there's nothing here for me. I want to be happy, but it seems I'll never be. I'll never be like the others and I'll always be the outcast.
People always ask about my jacket and why I don't take it off. I don't take it off because what's under it is hideous, I've torn up my arm and I don't want anyone to see this mess. I'll never be comfortable with my jacket off because I know that people will stare and think bad about me. My scars are never gonna fade and I need to face that. I continue to hurt myself because nothing seems right. I hate who I've become over the years and I can't tell who I actually have become.
I'm just another girl waiting for the end of her life. An end to all the pain and any feel I've ever gotten. I'm done with being judged and told I'm not good enough or I'm unfixable. I know I'm not ever going to be happy, just leave it be and let me be alone.
I'll be fine surely, when it's my time to end my life.
