I’ve ruined everything. I destroyed all that I loved.
I’ve come to believe that I made everyone hate me.
Nothing can save me, because they wouldn’t if they could.
I made friends worry for me over my mistakes, it destroys me, and I know this is my fault.
I make my own family want me to leave, at only the age of 13.
They won’t admit it, but i know it. As everyone says, “actions speak louder than words.” and their actions show how much of a dissapointment.
But I cannot do it.
They will think it is their fault.
And that only will make me even worse.
And let it be on my grave,
“I was a nothing.”
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Whatever you did wrong, or whatever you destroyed, I doubt it’s as evil as anything I’ve ever done.
If there’s an ounce of hope for me, then there is for you too.
Come now, here’s a hug. 🙂
I destroyed Everything that I loved, and I killed Everyone who cared about me the slightest.
your not the only one whos messed im in the same position I know my family hate me everyone does I really dont know why I am still going
“…because they wouldn’t if they could.”
Plot twist: They could, but they wouldn’t.
I’m not entirely sure on the reasons why, but I’ve thought exactly the same about people in my life too. Some were actually even vocal at their apparent disdain for my self loathing and hoo-haa. Turns out: they were pissy at me for shutting them out. Even if the people already present in your life don’t pay the you any mind, others are sure to enter your life and render help if/when you need it. This site is a good example of that.
Something else I’ll put on my headstone: “Quiet, isn’t it?”
my gravestone will say “i loved too much and the pain destroyed me”