Sometimes

Sometimes I hate the way I am.

Sometimes I can't stand to be in the same room with myself.

Sometimes I want to hit myself until I stop breathing.

Sometimes I want to cry, but nothing ever comes out.

Sometimes nothing in the world makes sense to me.

Sometimes I feel like happiness would flourish in my absence.

Sometimes I wish I were smarter.

Sometimes I wish I understood people more.

Sometimes I feel that everything in my head is wrong.

Sometimes I feel alone.

Sometimes I hate myself more than anything else in this world.

This is one of those times.


(Happy Fourth of July, everyone.)