cobi's blog

Sometimes, people feel like they're all alone in the world and nobody knows who they really are.Watching the world through a blacked-out window,Never more to feel the warmth of the sun,

What if they found out your scar covered secret?
Your blood stained story you hide under your sleeve.
You can't help but slide that blade across your flesh, and watch the blood slowly drip.

Right now,
I hate myself.
I hate everything about me.
I hate that I'm not beautiful,
I hate that I don't feel special,
I hate that I hate myself,
I hate everything about me.