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Struggling with Self Hate Again

Sliver of silver moonlight beams.

From the other side of the  window gleams.

Shines so bright in this dark lit room.

But I cant get out of this awful gloom.

Heart aches and I feel it cracking.

But I cant think of reasons for it to be happening.

I hate myself and I'm so ******* sad.

I'm no good at anything and it makes me mad.

I cant make music, I'm an awful writer.

I have no degree so I'm impossible to hire.

I grew up never knowing what to do.

With no interests, talents, or will to give clue.

I'm stuck as an adult with what feels like no future.

I'm stuck in my head and I feel like a loser.

I don't know anything and I hate myself.

Wish there was a way to escape this hell.

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Written by
brianna-sutterfield
American
Published
May 5, 2015
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#self#hate#depressed#loser#art#create#struggle#poser#fat#artistic
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