Midnight comes round,
Thoughts are running through my head:
ugly
pathetic
useless
worthless
monster
unwanted
no one will ever love me
who would love a monster?
maybe i should die
yea
great idea
it’s be so much easier for everyone else, no one would get annoyed by me or at me
i bet no one will miss me
yea
they probably say im a b**** behind my back
they probably hate me
die
DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIE
help
nothing
theres nothing inside
who am i?
what am i?
im broken
FIX ME
please
i gasp silently as no tears come out, i scream out in the silence that remains unbroken
i cant
i have no voice
i take a knife
and cut
and cut
and cut
and cut
not enough
i abandon the knife and start clawing at the wound
pain
i sigh, content
i go to sleep