i told you everything i hate about myself
i hated that i was a transition for everyone
the girl everyone fucked or fixated on
but never loved
you said you were different but you were worse
you made me the person i hate
because i believed you loved the person i am
maybe i just hate myself too much
but it doesn’t stop the pain
when i gave you all the evidence
of why i hate myself
of how other people hurt me
what they did
how they killed my soul
and you said you wanted me anyway
i wanted to believe you
but you lied, didn’t you?















