azaleeya

 Would you miss me if I died Would you kiss me if I cried Would you hold me tight Would you squeeze my hand As my last breath left me Would you miss me in the night Cause im not there by your side Would you cry on my grave Would you leave flowers in summer Crosses in winter Would you cry when someone speaks my name Would you put my picture in a frame Would you miss me if I died Could you wait to be by my side?

I hate myself, for all that I've done. I hate myself, for trying to live. I hate myself for showing emotion. I hate myself for attempting to love. I hate myself with a burning passion. I hate myself for all that I am. I hate myself for crying my eyes out. I hate myself for trying to stand. I hate myself, nothing can change that. I hate myself for not having died. I hate myself for cutting the rope. I hate myself, for the failed suicide. I feel the grip of my own self-hatred. I feel the cold, hard hand of God. His grip is cruel, his humor worse. He sent me from being happy, to this lonely rotting hearse. I hate myself because o