I hate myself for what I did to you
I don't like who I am
There's nothing good about me... anymore
I'm sick of wasting my time
I'm tired of living
Everyday is just a struggle
I meet the same demons everyday when I wake up, I'm so tired
I don't know what happened to me or where I went wrong.
YOU ARE READING
D e p r e s s i o n
PoetryWarning some of these might trigger. Please don't report. This is just to get my feelings out.
