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Not a Poem. Just My Feelings.

I hate everything.
I hate my life.
And my family.
And my school.
And people.
And the world.
And society.
And myself.
And everything.

Every day, I contemplate killing myself.
Taking my pain away.
But I don't.
Because I don't want to hurt the people in my life.
But what's funny is
They're the reason I want to die.
They're the reason I don't want to live.
They're the reason I hate myself.
And my life.

Every morning
Hurts
Because I'm awake
And alive
And it's not what I want.
I want to fall asleep
And never wake up.

Can no one see that?
Written by Beth14
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