I am a lively person, except life is in reverse. It doesn't get any better; It only gets much worse.
When I look at my reflection, disgust is all I feel. I find myself understanding that I have no appeal.
Every waking moment I wish I was asleep. My hatred for myself is more than just skin deep.
For what's the point of living if all I ever do is waste the space others deserve-- my purpose is askew.
Every day I feel like dying. My inner voice is always sighing. I go to sleep silently crying. There are no reasons to keep on trying.
So I won't.