When did people start hating me?
When did I become unlikable?
When did my act crumble and the light show me for what I really am?
How long did people lie to me?
How long did people think they were helping me out by hiding things from me?
They broke my soul.
My very existence.
I am a bare shell.
That is dying.
Each and every day.
I am dying more.
Punishment of myself is my only hope.
Death my only home.
People my last bare thread to hold on to.
Will you leave me too?
Like everyone else who said they wouldn't?
When will you start hating me, too?