My life has been an endless series of me telling myself I suck.
I’ve never once felt like I love myself,
Guess I’m just out of luck.
I push for hope and happiness
But when I pull I rope in pain.
I guess the road I’m on just leads to this,
I’ve nothing left to gain.
I torture myself with self-hate
I ruin my school-work the same.
I procrastinate, avoid, and ignore things.
I hate hearing my name.
I was always told that I’m talented,
Always told that I’m smart,
But when it boils down to it:
I’m scraps in a world of art.
We’re always told we’re special
Unique, and great, and kind.
I told myself I won’t listen to lies anymore
So I started making them up in my mind.