Is it true..? I am what they say I am?
I peer up from my vanity
looking into the mirror
with as much self hatred as I can.

Sometimes it'd just be so much damn easier if I could make all these thoughts stop. Quit living with all this resentment and all this pain..quit being such a coward.

It is true what I have said to anyone who has ever came too close..If I can't love myself, how could anyone else?

I'm tired.. so fucking tired.. I'm struggling.
So much happening around me,
but instead of talking, I just keep on shoving.

I'm toxic. I'm a poison.
Unintentionally breaking those I love
because I'm damaged, broken.