I hate my life. I hate my being. Everything, fucking everything I hate. I'd smash all the mirrors if I could so I wouldn't have to look at the monster inside. Break all the glass, rip my skin, pull out my hair. Feel release in the pain. This fucking life has drained me, all that is left is rage and sorrow. I hate my decisions, I hate my beliefs. I hate the things I say that I can't take back. I hate you because I loved you and it broke me on the inside out. My friends I hate you too, because you missed the warning signs, because you walked away. I loth your loyalties and your blind faith in gods that can not exist. God Damn you Dad! Why the fuck didn't you care? I'm living right besides you. Treat me like I'm real. All the fucked up medication that could not help the pain. I'd rather shoot myself tonight then end up like you, the living dead. I think of the possible lives that I could someday bring, that's hope I think. Unless they end up like me, or worse like you. Spare them, like Medea did, save them now before tomorrow has the chance....... fuck it all
I had to let this out in writing, so that it wouldn't come out in life.
I had to let this out in writing, so that it wouldn't come out in life.