We're Sad. What a sweet and sad boy. Don't worry because I know how you feel when you say you feel dead inside. I hurt myself too. We can be depressed together.
Do You Know I Self Hate If you know me well enough you will notice that I'm still a very sad person. And just last week I put the blade to my skins and watched the scarlet droplets. If you know me well enough you will notice that I very rarely feel confident in myself I hate when I see in the mirror and I hate the numbers I see on the scale. If you know me well enough you know it breaks me down how upset I am that I can't love myself. I need someone to hold me right and just sit there with me until I start to feel better. If you know me well enough you know that if you look closely on my upper right thigh you'll see scars. Even ones that spell FAT.
What Will Happen? Hush and shush, sweet heart. Tomorrow is coming and #life is going on slowly and then all at once. Tomorrow is coming so get prepared. Who knows what will come? Tomorrow is coming and I don't know what to look for. Tomorrow is coming so take it easy and calm your nerves. Our brains are frazzled and fucked up from scuffed up viscous confusion. Tomorrow is coming so hush and shush, sweet heart.
Gtfo So hateful and ungrateful. Demanding everything and then denying it all. Nobody gives a damn about you and your petty #life! Nobody at all. So hopefully you might fall from your reign and no one will have to pretend with you. It's been too long that you've had control. Time is taking its toll. Get the fuck out! We don't care. Not a single soul does. You know, your heart reminds me of a black hole. You're empty and dark. Filled with rage and desires that cannot be fulfilled. So get the fuck out. Because nobody wants you here anymore.
Unhappy. Sometime I wonder if I will ever actually be okay. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever learn to love myself. I could take all the selfies I want but I'll never feel satisfied. I could manage to lose weight but that wouldn't change the perspective I have on myself. I get over 100 likes on instagram but that wouldn't help me realize anything. I wonder if I will ever learn to love myself. Because its getting harder to look at myself and it's getting harder to feel okay. When I look at myself I really cannot stand it. I hate seeing the scars on my leg even though I'm the one who carved FAT in my leg with a razor blade. I hate that I hate myself. So sometimes I wonder if I will ever love myself.
