Going to bed and praying that God erase me from this earth. My eyes become wet (I rarely actually cry) every time I do it, either because I do not really wish it or because I know I will wake in the morning (a clear indication of a resounding 'No' from the Almighty), I don't know which.
I hate that He won't erase me as I ask. I hate that He even made me to begin with.
I hate myself, how pathetic I am.
I hate feeling like this.
I hate it all.
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