random thoughts + poetry

Fool

I really fucking hate it that I am this useless creature waiting to die, wanting to die.

I have no point in the world besides being there for loved ones who don't even love me that much.

and the thing is that, it only gets worse.

I thought I was good at writing, but I am not.
I am just average, I don't want to be average.
because average gives you nothing in this world.

besides writing I have no other talent, I basically suck at everything.

I also suck at making friends. everyone leaves me sooner or later. I always have to live with the thought that everyone hates me.

so why should I tell myself it's going to be okay.
the only person I am fooling is myself