i hate everything
that ties me
to other people.

i hate everything
that gives me
common ground.

i hate everything
that makes me
the person that i am.

i hate everything
that ties me
to the ground.

i hate everything
that gives me
a reason to breathe.

i hate everything
that makes me
feel good.

i hate everything
that ties me
to my family.

i hate everything
that gives me
a reason to die.

i hate everything
that makes me
feel the pain.

& i hate everything
that keeps me alive.

a/n: my friend told me to go to this website.
this website about this girl that has this tragic life,
but her life got better.
you know what i think?
fuck her.
i don't care.
& i hate those kinds of people
that have to go on about how tragic it all was
& make it seem like they're somebody special.
you know what makes you special?
get over it on your own.
no "specialists."
no help from anyone else.
just you, alone, by yourself.
then you can call yourself fucking special.


(www dot towriteloveonherarms dot com)
if you find comfort here,
i don't mean to offend.
i simply don't find it comforting to know that everyone seems to think it's okay to be a freak.