Hating one's self.
It's something I am really good at.
I hate myself.
I hate myself for being Me.
Why am I like this?
Why am I just this?
Why can't I be like them?
Why not me?
Why can't they like me?
Why don't he love me?
Why can't he love me?
Maybe, just maybe..
Maybe if I was beautiful..
Maybe if I was smart...
Maybe if I am not ugly..
Maybe if I am enough...
Like them...
Just maybe...
Maybe he would love me back...
Maybe they would like me...
Maybe they won't treat me like dirt..
Maybe they would see me as a human being...
Maybe...
Just maybe...
If I looked a bit normal...
Maybe the world would accept me...
Maybe..
Just maybe...
But I'm not...
And I never will be...
Because I'm just me..
I wanted someone to look into my eye and say, "I love you. Just the way you are."
But it can't be..
And it can never be...
I wanted someone to tell me, "I understand. You are not alone. You never walk alone."
But there isn't any...
And there can never be..
I was crying for help.
But no one hears me.
In this room full of darkness, I wanted to see a light...
Save me...
Please..
Save me...
I need your love before I fall...
Fall...
