I can't feel a thing. I feel nothing, I am nothing.
I wish there was a feeling I could describe inside of myself.
That there was something inside me.
But there is just emptiness. And hate.
Hate against me, against my body. I'm going crazy cause of just the smallest things.
And I guess it's all just because of all the hate and angriness inside.
I wish I could be a better person.
That there was something I could be good at.
That there was something there for me to live for.
But I know that I am useless, this awkward waste of space.
And all those people would be better off without me.
I know that it will happen.
And I hope it will happen soon.