I Hate Myself And Want To Die

Can’t abide the pain of being me anymore
I hate myself so fucking badly and all I desire is for this hell to end
Viewed myself in the mirror today what a disgusting repulsive human I am
With gnarled disfigured teeth and horrendous pasty blotchy skin

I hate living in this body living in my head
Hate living with the anxiety the relentless self loathing the depression the panic attacks
It never abates it there like mould infecting me slowly being promulgated round my body like a cancerous tumour
Today though the misery of my forlorn alienated vapid life has grown too onerous to endure any longer I want death by suicide

Nobody loves me I’m a ghost waiting for the inevitable death
Nobody calls or enquires about me or asks me out for sublime evenings out any longer
I am gone from the realm of humans into this sequestered life existing bereft of meaningful human company
Never get kissed touched no one laughs with me I’m so fucking alone in this godless soulless universe I ache I yearn for a modicum of validation to reaffirm my humanity

I am a forsaken abandoned soul
Condemned to the ash heap of the world with all the other exiled lost souls
All I a want now is death
The pain my memory will vanish as I will die in a nihilistic brutal manner hanging my body in my lonely one bedroom flat

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Echoes

Outside my window I hear a cacophony of birds singing
The wind howls in this bleak autumn day
There a blanket of grey in the skyline that haunts my town
I hear the distant echoes of dogs barking children playing mothers bellowing

Inside my fortress of solitude there’s a absence of colour
I look around inside my domicile and am haunted my the isolation of my life
Nobody to share my life with an empty bed the bitter chill of my condemned adult alienation
Nobody to smile to laugh along with a icy silence that’s permeates my adulthood

No soul knocks on my door anymore no phone calls
Nobody to hug to kiss to embrace there nobody out there to alleviate my emotional suffering
I hark back to happier times in my childhood at uni when i lead a active gregarious life filled with colourful vivacious people
The laughter the joy the hope for the future now is just fading echoes like footsteps in the sand that vanish through the sands of time

I ache for somebody who wants to hear my laments of sadness
A soul who wipe away my tears who will acknowledge my depression
Who want disparage my pain my asocial proclivities
Theres nobody out there I’m been banished to the vast wilderness of my endless isolation

I Miss You Mum

6 years this week you killed yourself
It hurts like acid burning a hole in my stomach
I miss you think about you everyday
Miss your hugs your effusive hugs you bestowed upon me

I miss you mum i cry when I hear your funeral song
I shed a profusion of tears when I gaze at photographs of you on my phone
I yearn for one last chance one last moment to bask in the iridescence of your external love

Still can recall seeing your haunted eyes as you hung from the ceiling
That image is tattooed on my ravaged mind
The wounds of losing you so prematurely and tragedy will never heal
I will never recover from losing you from suicide the hole in my soul can never be filled

Mum i need you in the mire the moil of my depression
I call out for you in the starry night as i survey the majestic awe inspiring cosmos i think about the memories we shared
I mediate on the future memories that was denied by from your egregious decision to end your life to abandon your daughter in the turmoil of her anxiety laden adolescence

Alive

Take the menacing blade of glass in my right hands that is erratically trembling
I hols my left arm on the floor and cut with the sharp blade cutting into my underarms
Laceration after laceration is made in another bout of euphoric self harm
Blood cascades from the deep wounds onto my wooden bedroom floor

I feel no pain the profusion of alcohol and painkillers numbs to the pain of this masochistic deleterious act
When I with reckless abandon are cutting into my underarm i feel alive
The pain of my depression is a transformed into a euphoric pure state of being
I’m able to articulate my self loathing my disgust my desire to not exist on my body

I purge this toxic suppressed emotion in a nighttime act i commit in secret
In the heat of the night I’m alive no longer trapped in anxiety laden numbness
Now i can succinctly visually communicate with myself the hell of my condition
Tomorrow i will be writhing in excruciating pain but now in the ecstasy of the midnight self harm I’m alive no longer feeling like a mindless zombie able through cutting into my ravaged body to transcend this emotionally constipated state and feel something anything

Mother

Gone forever existing as a fading memory
Death by suicide can still visualise your sad listless eyes
Mother i will never forget about you
You’re indelible illuminating presence is embedded in my damaged mind

There was once bitterness and anger at losing you in the apex of my adolescence
Now though its been replaced by a excruciating sadness a pang of melancholy
I want to glimpse your face to feel your loving arms wrapped around my shoulders one last time
I want that so fucking badly i want your love but you’re gone evaporating into nothingness

Your ethereal otherworldly beauty endures in these happy childhood memories and the assortment of photos i hang on my bedroom wall
Still without you i have a eternal emptiness a hollow in the pit of my soul
I can see your iridescent emerald green eyes with your fiery auburn hair captivating everyone who was blessed with your presence
I can hark back to holidays in the south of England with you and daddy holiday filled with laughter with days that ill will never forget

Mother I want you tonight i want you to alleviate mu depression
I want you to dry my tear soaked face
I want that boundless unconditional love
Mother i will never grief or recover form losing you at the fragile age of 13

The Serenity Of My Bubble Bath

After a day of anguish and stress I retreat to my bathroom
Draw a luscious bubble bath with serene inducing aromas that soothe my anxiety
I remove my sweaty cloths and disappear into a sea of bubbles with
My naked body is transformed into a euphoric relaxed state in the bliss of my bath

The music of Elgar blares out of my Bluetooth speakers
I hear the resplendent sounds of the cello reverberate in my intimate bathroom walls
I am lost in the beauty of this moment forgetting myself
Beguiled my the combination of the bubble bath and the majestic music captivating me

My naked body tingles with sensation the anxiety evaporates as i am soothed by the serene ambience of my bathroom
The cello plays I’m in ecstasy I forget myself
My ugly pallid body is caked in bubbles i am lost in this mediative state
I fantasise in this moment of falling in love having a divine masculine creature taking me to higher realms of sexual ecstasy

Its been 20 minutes my fingers are wrinkled my skin though is clean fresh
My mind feels cleansed from this invaluable soothing daily endeavour
The bubble followed by me getting high on psychoactive cannabis enables my neurotic body to cope with the daily trauma of being me existing with a deleterious anxiety disorder

Ugly Girl

I’m a ugly girl such a fucking ugly girl
Ugly enough to not want to exist
Hate the skin i live in this bag of bones devoid of shape
No man looks at me with a lustful gaze i am a invisible to all men

I’m so ugly i cant stand the way I appear in the mirror
My pallid tipex like skin no colour no effervescence in my vapid face
I am so painfully self conscious of my gnarled deformed teeth
Smiling is a onerous task hence i prefer to refrain from baring my grotesque fangs adopting a stoic visage rarely laughing or smiling at jokes

I hate the mirror it illuminates all my glaring flaws its why in eschew the bathroom mirror
I put my face to the ground when I’m in the bathroom brushing my hideous teeth
The sight of my face my unshapely body my flat unappealing breasts it engenders a deep melancholic sensation throughout the rest of the day

I hardly go out due to this intense self consciousness at my freakish presence
I don’t want to burden people with my revolting physical form
Don’t want to face the hell of their aghast reactions to interacting with me
I’m so god damn ugly never going to be the object of a libidinous glances i am cursed to be a outcast sequestered away in extreme isolation never to feel the bliss of physical intimacy