I have never hated myself this much before in my whole life. Every time I love I somehow ruin it. Why can’t I just be enough?
I have looked at you
in millions of ways and
I have loved you in each
I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me. Those seem to be the two choices. Everything else is just killing time.
No matter how mad I am, no matter how right I am. At the end of the day, I look into the mirror and tell myself all of the possible ways how everything is always my fault. I tell myself all the negative things possible and how I can never be good enough for anyone.