i hate myself.

i hate myself
i hate that i am always sad
i hate that i am always depressed
like im nothing in the world
and no one cares.

i hate myself
i hate that i never knew what's wrong with me
i hate that i never had an answer
to tell him what's wrong
and how can he help me with.

i hate myself
i hate that my anxiety stops me from being too much of myself
i hate that i can't share all of my favourites
just because he did not always listens to my music
and i thought he wouldn't interested about it.

i hate myself
i hate that i can't be strong sometimes
i hate that i doubt about us
for being losing things to talk, share and listen
and silence took over when we get to call.