People say it would heal with time.
I only see a bigger scar.
It only feels worth but just in a different way.
I stay up till 1am thinking I wasn't good enough.
That I am not good enough.
I work my ass of at work thinking I need to prove I am worthy of having a job.
Time alone has only made me depressed.
Time in solitude made me hate myself.
No one but God knows how I feel.
How I truly feel is all hatred.
I hate everyone I want the human race dead.
Especially myself.
Time alone won't help me.
Time alone is leaving me alone in the dark.
You're leaving me with darkness and demons that are in my head.
I have fun but I don't deserve to have fun I am not worthy of anything.
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