whatever i do, i will never be good enough for his love. ive tried too hard, forever, it seems. he says she loves me, he says he will do anything for me, but i dont believe him. even though hes done and delivered every time. it all seems unreal, at that. "i'd do anything for you", he says, but theres nothing in this whole world i need but to believe in us. please, give me that strength. help me please. i know you know that im too sick for you, in theory. but every time i run back you let me stay. why are you so kind to me? i dont deserve this. you know i dont. why would he agree to kill himself whenever i do? he actually has things to live for, people who care about him, i dont. could the reason be that he loves me enough? does he have issues like mine? what is it. he barely opens up to me, im the only one talking when sharing secrets and sacred information. he's just there, staring at me with his pretty eyes. please stay looking at me, please tell me it'll all be alright. talk to me like you normally do when we lie together waiting for death. kiss me as the pills run down my throat. hold my hand as our blood mixes. let our souls be together forever, may we be buried in the same ditch.
whatever. nothing i say is worth hearing, no one wants to listen anyways. i dont blame them, i dont even want to write this. but i need to hear it for myself, on a later date. whats the purpose of living anyways? i dont deserve it, im violent, rude, and everything terrible. i dont need friends, i dont want them. why do people choose to talk to me? all i'll ever do is hurt you, i swear. you cant stay here with me, i dont need your company, i just want you gone. i want everyone to leave me alone, go away, please. just let me listen to my music and cut myself. whats the problem with self harm anyways? whats so bad about it? hurting yourself on purpose is like beating someone up for something they deserve, you wouldnt be mad about that. so i've done no wrong, i see no hurt in it. im stuck on the topic, stuck on the words of 'self harm'. its all fake, ive seen, its bad. why am i being so mean? why should i care though. i deserve everything im saying, at least. i should beat myself, push rusty nails into my neck, do everything terrible, do everything i deserve.
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