I hate myself because everyone else does.

You still don't realize it's a scar that still hurts.

And you smile at me, totally pretend,

not like the friend you once were.

We will never get back there I don't want to anymore

But I've been ripped open, spat on and left in the dirt

and there are no words that can make me feel better.

After years and years of never being good enough.

You all win. I hate myself. I want to die.