néha ilyen is kell..

I hate myself

I hate my life
and I hate my way of thinking

I hate the things I do,
I hate the things I say
I'm just a fool still living

But why?
Why do I have to do this?
Why do I have to feel?
Why do I have to fuck up everything?

Is there a purpose for me other than suffering?
I'm just a fucking idiot trying to live
But I always fail.. My life is only a mistake..
I just don't get it. When I have something good in my life,
why do I have to ruin it?

I should just die and leave the world be.
Would someone miss me?
I don't think so.
Maybe for a week or two, maybe even a month.
But after that everyone would forget..
the name, the face would mean nothing..

I didn't do anything worth of remembering after I'm gone.
The space that would stay after I've left would be easily filled.
I'm not someone anyone would really need.
I don't know if this is the truth..
but this is the way I see it..
I know only one thing for sure: I will die alone.
That is true I believe, because no one would want to stay beside me...