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...