do you know
what it's like
to live in a mind
constantly tearing you apart?
you worthless little piece of shit,
nobody likes you,
not even your friends.
why do you exist?
the world would be better off without you,
you can never do anything right
you're ugly and
your writing sucks
your art is even worse
all you do
is take up space.
you deserve to die.
do you know
what it's like
to live with a voice
who confirms those thoughts?
you're a fuck up,
can't do anything right,
do you ever listen?
can't even close a cabinet right,
worthless piece of shit,
too much to handle,
better off gone.
better off dead?
