My life is unusual I hate myself completely, if my life were a story I would just delete me 

 

I'm dramatic nd mad Im never fully happy, my only emotion being anger, nd attitude nothing less than crappy

 

I get irritated quickly hating all in my path, only silence can soothe me, nope not even that 

 

I'm a realistic person I hate having dreams, I know they won't come true, at least not for me 

 

Some say pessimistic nd I'm afraid I must agree so don't get in my way if I'm looking unhappy 

 

Ill crush Ur dreams by telling u the truth, nothing is easy so u might fail nd lose 

 

Don't pursue anything at all, don't even love, don't even live expecting to much

 

Why even bother giving people second chances,they stomp nd abuse u leaving u damaged 

 

I hate you nd I sure as heck hate me, I hate who I was and who I'm beginning to be 

 

I hate having hate, I hate stress even more I hate the fact that can hate, it makes me hate me even more 

 

Can I just love, cant I forget all the bad, bt everytime I'm ever hurt it brings me back to being mad 

 

I didn't choose this life God chose it for me He has some kind of plan that I just can't seem to see

 

Can anybody tell me why I was born when I was, is there a cure for this misery, anything bt love

 

Oh well I must say I have to live with me so I have to get use to this me who is some what depressing