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br-o-ken-poetry:

“Why do I hate myself? Because of who I am. Because of what I’ve done, To myself. Because of those nights, I lie awake, thinking, About everything that’s wrong, And everything I’ve done wrong. Because of the lies I tell, Every time someone asks me How I am. Because of the money, My parents have wasted on me. Because of the people I know, Who find me annoying, Or boring, Or weird, Or quiet, or sad. Because I’m destroying myself, Whilst others would do anything For the life I have. Because I’m not happy, When nothing is wrong. Because I am me. I am a mess. I am worthless. And I hate that.”

— broken poetry

tetsya:

If you can’t handle them at their

Then you don’t deserve them at their