hate everything
it's not depression
i just hate everything
i hate existing
why must i exist?
what do these experiences mean?
after sadness and happiness
what is there
except death?
i hate everything
i hate that this world exists
i hate that i am sentient
i hate that i hate things at all
i hate myself
i hate everything
is this pathetic?
am i pathetic?
is anyone laughing at my immaturity?
because that would be better than life passing by
i want to die
and i hate myself for it
sometimes i just stop caring
but i still hate myself
and there isn't even a reason
it's all a mess
and i just want it to stop
i don't know what i want
and i hate it
and i hate it
and then i make myself stop
and i go on with life
i continue to die
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