I hate myself
Living is hard but I don’t want to die
I’m not suicidal, just tired

When counsellors come to class
Tell us we should have fun,
That school should be a good time

I laugh

I hear voices in my head
Telling me “you’re nothing”
Reliving my worst memories

I’ll be doing some everyday task
But I can’t because all I can think
Is “you’re nothing”

I cry out, the pain too much
Will someone hear?
But no one cares

“Speak out, don’t silence your voice”
They say
But when I do, they only laugh

“Look at her attention-seeking self.
Using poetry? How cliché.”
But it’s the only way I can speak

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I hate myself
Living is too hard but I don’t want to die
I’m not suicidal, just tired.