Who am I?
Am I a bad person?
Am I a good person?
Do people trust me?
Do I have to change?
My friends say I'm not a bad person but at the moment I think other wise.
At the moment I don't know what kind of person I am at all. I thought I was there for anyone and everyone. I thought people could trust me. I thought I was a good person. I though I was loved.
Well I thought wrong.
I'm a bad person.
I don't fully understand why or how but I am.
I'm annoying.
I'm ugly.
People hate me.
They don't care.
I'm alone.
I hurt.
I cry.
But no one knows.
I always say sorry.
I always apologize.
But now I know that that's not good enough.
If you had only told me sorry wasn't good enough I would've tried harder.
You blamed everything on me.
You said I did this I did that.
But everything you said I apologized for.
I'm sorry if I hurt you but you've hurt me more than anyone else has.
I'm heart broken.
I'm crying.
I'm lonely.
I'm useless.
IM BAD?
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Who am I
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