Why don't they see the truth?

I push you and I hurt you because I want you to hate me like I hate me.
I want you to tell me that you wish I would die,
I want you to tell me that I' fat or that I'm ugly because I can't stand feeling this empty,
I need to feel something.
I need you to hate me, maybe then people would understand why I hate myself.
But you don't hate me, no one of my friends do.
And it's killing me.