The flesh covering my bones

Me.

I want to die.
I'm not even just saying that because I'm a 'moody depressed school student' I actually want to physically die. I hate how I'm used, dumped then reused. I hate my dad. His view on my look that broke me into pieces. I hate my insecurities. Like I'm going to fail everyone. That's why I say yes to everything. I hate how much I care I hate everything about myself and I hate the fact I don't appreciate things as much as I used to. So now I'm sat here in my room crying while writing because I can't talk. I don't know why I'm crying. Maybe bipolar. I don't know anymore. But all I know is that I don't want to be here. I have very few people who care for me. I know they do. But sometimes I can't take it and I just want to be selfish and take my own life. Fuck me and fuck this life. I didn't ask to be here.
-N