When will I escape the hell I call my life?
Will I ever be free from judgment and sadness?
If I could quit living I would.
If I died it would be for the better.
I could end myself and that would mean the end for thomas too.
For him I must stay strong
But could I?
Nobody likes me.
I don't see why not.
I am flawed beyond belief
My only reason for living is the safety of everyone else.
I hate myself and everybody else should hate me
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anxiety can't take it (sanders sides) UNDERGOING EDITING
FanfictionAnxiety is tired of everything basically.