Her eyes found my stretch marks before my SH marks

I want to drown in nothingness until each part of me is gone, forgotten and broken

I’ve failed AGAIN, it never tires.. I always fucking fail

I keep trying to fill me with something, anything yet I remain so fucking empty

I keep trying and it amounts to nothing

Not a day passes that I don’t crave the end so why do I stay

It’s like I’ve died already, I’m just here

If I live, it’d only be because I fear death—and is that truly living?

I keep waiting for someone to notice and they never do.. even if they did they’d never care

And I knew I’d do it because I told no one

And when the day ends, there’s always another day. Then another day. Then another day. Another day. Day.

Too much, too much, too much. And never enough. Never enough for him. For her. For me.

Tell me what’s unlovable, what’s to be detested so I can fix, edit and craft myself anew

I’m tired of living, why does it hurt to exist