Why?
Why can’t I be happy with myself? With everything. With life?
Why was I given one to begin with?
Why am I such a horrible person? Why am I ugly? Why am I so stupid? Why am I so fucking lazy? Why is everything so hard for me?
No matter what I do or how hard I try, everything just goes to shit. I can’t be happy for long before my life goes down hill.
I’m so tired of feeling this way. I just want to get up and go.
Questions that won’t be answered. “Why did you cut yourself?” “What’s going on?” “What happened?”
“Why did she do it”
Questions that I wish sometimes people cared enough to ask…at least my Mom cares, I guess….
~Sincerely, rivertheuniquewitch~
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I want.
🎵 Maybe if I hurt myself you could be the bandage. I don’t wanna ask for help, you’d call it baggage 🎵
