I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I exist.
I'm sorry I messed up.
I'm sorry I'm such a bother.
I'm sorry.
But that doesn't give you the right to
degrade me.
Look down on me.
That's doesn't give you the right to tell me what to do.
To kill myself.
To tell me I'm not good enough.
Because that is my choice.
This is my life.
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3AM Scars
PoetryScintilla- (n) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a barely visible trace. Nyctophilia- (n.) love of the darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the dark.