I have all the feelings in my head. I hate and love. I just hate more than love. I am tired and depressed. Fuck this. I am done. Life, yup, not my thing. I suck at life. I can't even sleep without some type of emotion. I hate my life, me, people, this world. So tell me how much I have worth living for. I know what I have. But I have more hate towards people and in me than love in anything. What the hell am I doing. Oh my god. Yes I scream. Yes I cry. I suck at math. But do you really need math for writing. Random noises leave my mouth. I don't have a feeling at a time. They just bounce together. When I cry I laugh. I scream and I am crying. Ugh. This is a poem, a shitty one. I listen to only songs that have meaning. What am I supposed to do besides run. Run from what. I don't know. Let me go. Zombiefy!! Woo. What the hell was that. A.D.D. taking over me. What did I do. Where do I go. The scars on my wrist are now gone. Except one. That one gave me more pain. It hurts like a pinch. And stings. Blood just there. It doesn't move until I make the next slash, making the drops turn in to a puddle. I let it build up inside of me. In my thoughts.