I hate what I have become. I hate that I push others way because I feel I don't deserve the happiness that they bring. I hate that even on my best days, I miss dragging the blade across my skin. I hate that I hate my scars but want to create more. I hate lying to all the people I love about what I am doing to myself. I hate me, because of my addiction but that's not all. I hate myself because when I look in the mirror all I see are my flaws. I hate that I'm never enough for anyone, if I wear makeup then I'm fake, if I don't wear makeup I'm ugly but in truth I'm ugly either way. I hate the way I laugh. I hate the way I talk. I hate the way I walk.

I hate myself