Why get up in the morning?
Why even try to please everyone?
I'm always trying, pushing, struggling,
but I always fall short,
I'm so damn sick of falling short, I'm so sick of messing up,
I hate myself.

Why cope with myself?
What do I have that they don't?
Things always seem like the way out, releif, freedom,
but it always falls apart,
I'm so sick of losing, I'm so sick of failing,
I hate my decisions.

Why pretend to be something I'm not?
Why put up with this so called life I live?
I'm always being blamed, lied-about, destroyed,
I've reached the bottom,
I'm sick of being down here, I sick of being walked-upon,
I hate my life.

Just once I want a way out,
Just once I want someone to reach out to me,
I'm always being put down, self-esteem no longer existant,
I can't go on,
I'm sick of everything, I'm sick of you, I'm sick of myself...
I hate death...

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Hmm...can't say why, really, but I like this one.