HATE BEYOND THE REALITY

Have I ever told you how much I really hate myself?
How much I really can't stand myself anymore?
Nothing's going my way.
I feel paranoid...
Death is waitning for me behind my own door.
It's just for me to walk in, and breathe in the stench of missery.
The sight of me takes every happyness away from anyone.
The sence of me takes other peoples feelings to the bottom.
I'm just a worthless piece of shit, not good enough to eat, breathe or live.
Not even good enough to be buried with others...
Thrown in emptiness..
Covered in inhuman blood...
Paranoia
Schizophrenia
Borderline
H.I.VName it, I have it..
I'm just a mess....
Have I ever told you how much I really hate myself?
If not?
Read the text again..