I hate myself
I hate how I breathe
I hate how I talk
I hate how I walk
I hate how I think
I hate that I´m such an idiot
I hate that voice in my head
I hate that I´ m so sad
I hate my fake smile while I´m dying inside
I hate how I´m hurt
I hate how I´m so empty
I wonder if I have a soul or heart...
How they look like if they exist?
How can they be still alive? ...maybe they are dead so as me...inside...pain
I hate myself so much you wouldn´t believe...