In a World That Didn't Want Me

If someone asked me why I haven't killed myself, I would say it's mainly fear of pain and death. Nothing more, nothing less.

I have zero hope that anyone can love me. Zero hope as I try and love myself. I'm shaking heavily now, shaking in a world that didn't want me. That didn't need me.

That willingly kicked me over and over. I'm supposed to get up, but I can only crawl. I'm leaving a bloody trail behind, thinking I'm gonna die before my story ever gets told.

I'm this sick, and all I am is blamed. Blamed in a world that did not care.

I can't stop getting it in my head that I have a victim mentality. That everything is my fault.

That I'm the toxic one who needs to rot. I don't blame anyone for wanting to kill themselves.

All these fake people... I just wanna stare at a blank wall rather than another soulless person.

Another empty promise.

Abuse is no excuse.

Yeah and yet the cops willingly let my father rape me.

Your voice matters.

Only for those who aren't too different. Don't want anyone stand out do you?

We are here to help.

And here to force me to eat and laugh at me later when I can't.

You don't like the truth, do you???

Oh, I love it, and mortal you shall die with it!