I hate myself.

I’m not pretty enough,
I’m not skinny enough.

I can’t seem to do anything right,
I always ***** myself over.

I hate myself.

Getting myself into trouble,
Why can’t I do anything right?

I’m sorry I’m not a good enough daughter,
Or friend, or person.

I hate myself.

I have a tendency to push people away,
But then wonder why nobody is there for me.

I don’t know how to ask for help,
I feel like nobody is there to listen.

I hate myself.

I hurt myself physically and emotionally,
I wish I could be happy.

I hate myself,
And I want to **** myself.

lonely nights,
verbal fights,
no more flying kites,
blind to imaginary knights,
losing sight of light,
this doesnt seem right,
life is no longer a delight,

“Are you okay?”
Three simple words.
You either mean them,
Or you could simply care less.

Since when do you care if something is wrong?
Are you only asking because I’m ignoring you?
You want to feel guilt free,
Like you weren’t the source of my pain.

Just leave me alone,
I don’t want to talk to you.

I don’t feel like trying to explain myself,
And I don’t have to.

Maybe I don’t even have a reason.
Maybe I’m so used to being sad all the time,
It never really goes away.

Just because I smile,
Doesn’t mean I’m okay.

Smiles can be faked,
Smiles don’t always equal happiness.

It doesn’t matter what the outside looks like,
Since I’m dying on the inside.

The answer to your question is no,
I’m not o-*******-kay.

Why you ask?
Who knows,
I have trouble keeping track these days.

All I know is,
I’m not okay.

why am i
being blamed for something
i didn't do?

when is it going to stop
being my fault?

why is it
always me
who takes the fall?

when will i
put myself
back together?

will i still
be able to?