How many nights that I cried myself to sleep.
How many nights that I spent to think about how imperfect I am.
And that I have failed you. And that I never going to be good enough for you.
How many nights that I cried because I was afraid.
And that I can't really talk about it.
Because if I talk about it then its real.
Though it is. But everyday I fight myself to admit it.
How many times I hide my face from my friends when I was crying.
And nobody ever know I feel so tiny. So useless. So broken. So alone.
I am sorry.
I hate myself everyday.
But I can't bear to think that I'm not the only one who hates myself.
It's just too much.
If I could die I would so you don't have to give shit.
But I was too afraid to do that. I was too afraid of anything.
But I feel sorry everynight. I do.
I have tried my best. I did.
I just keep failing.
I feel so alone.