I hate life.
I hate the fact that I cry myself to sleep,
I hate the fact that I don't belong anywhere.
I hate the fact that people hate me,
I hate the fact that people think I'm pretty,
Because I am not.
I hate the fact that nobody puts me first,
I hate having to be shouted at,
And I hate arguing.
I hate the fact that I'm still alive sometimes,
Why am I still here?
I am not WANTED
I am not NEEDED
and I am certainly not LOVED.
I want to say goodbye
But I can't
