I've laughed,
And I've loved,
But I've never lived.
And I don't want to.
I can't do this any longer,
I can't keep fighting,
Because I have nothing to fight for.
You can tell me I'm good enough,
And that I'm smart,
But I don't believe it,
I can't.
Because in my head,
I'm a monster,
I hurt people,
I make their lives worse,
And it's not fair.
To them I'm a curse.
I'm stupid, I'm ugly, I'm selfish, I'm fat. I'm no one, I'm nothing, I can tell you that.
Tonight I'm going and I'm not coming back. Tonight I'm leaving and everything will go black.
I'm sorry to do this if you genuinely care, but every story ends eventually. Some quicker than others.
Love, Fiore
