I’m a weak person! I’m sorry for blaming you… I’m sorry for being the person you’re reading from now. I’m a worthless cheap whore.
Yes, I am… I can’t even look in the mirror. I’m a bad seed, I’m sorry…
I’m sorry, I always fall for people in relations, I’m sorry for breaking your relation, I don’t deserve you.
I’m not this to get your sympathy! I don’t need it. I never cried the way I did today, I wished I suffered from cancer and slowly died. I wished I was blind, uglier than I am, a scum.
I’m a liar, a piece of shit, a soda can worths more. I’ve been stressed for two days in a row, my pillows are sick of me and my nose bleeding, my eyes are dry, I’m hyperventilating, I smoked two packs of cigarettes, apparently they didn’t kill me, why am I even doing this or even writing?
I crave attention, I feed it, I’m low.
lower than your standards, I’m not okay, I’m sick of falling and being supported. I don’t want your nice words, I want you to wake up and promise yourself to be something better than myself.
I love, I treat those I love good, I get hurt more and more, I’m not your toy anymore. I can’t be complete. I’m meant to stay hurt, broken and stepped on for the rest of my life.
Why can’t I love normal people? Why do I always find a perfect someone that I can’t have.
I say goodbye now, I’m in my bed collapsing, singing my pain away, trying to sleep. Hoping not to wake up tomorrow and live again.
