Worthless
I've seen my blood run out
Strange, it doesn't hurt
Stranger yet, it relieves the pain
Even stranger, I don't want it to stop.
I've seen my tears run red as blood
Strange it doesn't hurt
Stranger yet, it gives a painful release
Even stranger, I don't want them to stop.
Death seems a respite from the pain
The pain of always falling short
Death seems a relief from being an outsider
An outsider in your own home
Death seems to be your friend
Your closest friend.
Remember your terrible grief...
Do that to someone else...never
How to move forward, to feel well
What do I do?
Still, I see the red lines running down my arms
Still, I want to quit life
Still, I feel useless
Still, I feel HATE
Hate drives me to ruin
Hate is wrong...
Hate is bitterness
Hate is slowly killing me
What is the object of my hate?
Me
My shortcomings
My thoughts
My body
Why do I hate?
Because I suck!
Because I'm never good enough
Because I never do things quite right
Because I can't be everything to everybody
My efforts are never enough
I'll never be good enough
I'll never love enough
I am worthless