Self Loathing

You have no idea how much I hate me,
I am the dirt on your shoe, you're unwanted outbreak of acne.
Sometimes I wish I could rip myself shred by shred,
And then tear out my ugly eyes from my putrid head.

Sometimes I will sit in ym room,
Thinking of what I could do in my prison of gloom,
I wish I could just rip all my fat out of my body,
I'd bled away and I would gladly embrace death when I became drowsy.

Sometimes I'll dig my nails into my face,
I wish my ugly image would peel off so it could be replaced.
Sometimes I will punch walls and narvel ar the sores,
I feel sorry for you because you have to say I'm yours.

Today I was wandering around in town;
I saw a tall building with scaffolding and wondered how far was down.
I imagined myself at the very tip, ready to jump;
I then wondered who the hell would mourn me, I'm just a fat lump.

Today I haven't eaten either,
I'm having a break from being a bulging scoffer.
It felt good to deprieve my body of food,
I have decided that I will not eat on the days I've made us argue.

I hate myself so much,
I don't care about myself at all, I don't deserve your touch.
God made a mistake creating me,
One day you'll realise this and finally agree.