I hate... myself

TW: self-harm, blood, alcohol, throwing up.

A personal experience about being trapped and alone. an outlook on wanting help, but being met with so many issues.

this is mainly a poem of how I feel, but I also hope it can help other people put words to their feelings, and make them understand why they are as they are.

if you are looking for a happy poem about love and life, you'll have to look somewhere else.

and remember, if you need help. find something to comfort you. if it's a series, a plushie, a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on. you are not alone.

there are a lot of mistakes in this poem. I edited the spelling mistakes, but I kept the rest unedited. I was writing this drunk, with feelings and my mind running, and I wanted to keep that feeling in the poem. I hope you like it.

(This is my first thing to post on here, don't hate it to much<3 if u got any tips, id love to hear)