Damaged Soul

That's what I am.

I cannot get a handle on things at the moment.

I don't know if it's just hormones or coming off one of my meds, or just the same old whining I always do.

Lately I'm back to having more dark moods than anything else.

I'm not suicidal but I'm starting to think that everyone and everything would just be better off without me.

I'm a waste of a good life.

Millions would kill to be in the position that I'm in, but no, nothing is ever good enough for me and I appreciate nothing.

It's no fucking wonder I loathe myself. I'm one of those goddamn emo whiners that I can't stand.

Why am I so fucked up?

Why am I so incredibly selfish and self-indulgent all the time?

I don't have the right to be the way that I am.

All I know is that I'm choking on the darkness inside and lately the pain gets worse everyday.

The walls are closing in.