Do you know,
How it feels,
To have the person you love hate you,
When you don't even know what you did?
Then you start to think,
Wait yes I do,
It's because,
You're a worthless,
Waste of space,
That you're easy to hate,
Just because you're you.
And that you can't blame them,
For hating you,
Because you do too,
You hate yourself,
And now,
There's nothing anyone could say,
To make you think any differently.
You think,
If you could,
You'd leave you too.
Why does it matter?
Why pretend you're okay?
That you're happy?
Because you're thinking,
Of the people around you,
You don't care about happiness anymore,
But you still care about them.
You don't matter,
To yourself,
You're nothing,
But they can't see that.
And you're pathetic,
For loving someone,
Who wouldn't care,
If you died tonight.