I’m a bad person. I push people out, I call them names. I push people’s buttons, so that they end up hurting. I make mistakes and knowingly blame others so that they can suffer a long with me. If someone asks for help, I will help, but I’ll torment throughout the process. I don’t like to see people in pain or in tears, but I make them feel pain and I make them cry. I tell people I love them only when I need them, if they are to busy for me I ignore them when they have time. I put people down constantly. I’m not a good person. I’m a bad person. Should bad people be allowed to live? I think they shouldn’t, which is why I should die. Which is why I will die. In my mind I’m the worst person ever, in real life I’m one of the many horrible people others have in their lives. I’m a bad person and I will die soon, because there’s no use for someone like me in our world. ( I know people will comment telling me to be nicer and live, but no. Plain and simple, NO.)
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