Please don't be angry with me.
I don't mean to hurt you.
If I could scrap myself out of this world I would.
I enjoy isolation, anyways.
Don't you know how much self-loathing I have to deal with everyday?
I don't know why I have to pretend and lie like nothing is wrong.
I'm the last person, whom you would think has a problem.
I seem to be so happy, but I'm not.
I hate myself.
How I look.
How I am.
I hate everything about myself.
I hate that I don't have any real friends.
I know you all don't care when I tell you my problems.
You'd only care, if I died.
No one cares.
This time he's gonna wear an iron suit.
This time she's gonna fix her heart and make it bullet proof.
-Broken Arrow (The Script)
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