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Here I sit, in this old seat, blue and white flanal, not very comftorable. Tear stains down my cheeks and my neck, still flowing with tears, it just won't stop. Still a little bit drunken from last night, but not enough to be misleading anger. I have blood soaked hands, and I'm bleeding from the forehead. What did I do?

I wish to say sorry to those I have hurt, I never realised how hurt I made them, I was so blinded and naive, thinking they were okay with my working as much as I had, I thought they were fine as long as I was able to afford enough to get a plane, and at least see them once in real life. I thought, against all odds, that the British government wouldn't recognise me when I got there, and would let me through, I would have risked my life for them, and was going to untill I became homeless. I quit college, and kept up 8 jobs, my mom threw me out because I quit college, and without a home I was fired.

So here I sit, blood soaked, tear soaked, why? I bashed my fists against the wall, and bashed my head untill I bled and got knocked out. I hurt myself in a way that didn't leave scars, and why? Self-hatred.

Here I am, a ball of hate.

Here I am, rabbit with anger.

Here I am, without a love.

Here I am, without a soul.

Here I am, with all the depression.

Here I am, I cannot stand.

Here I am, all this hatred.

Here I am, it's directed towards me...

Here I am...

Description
Here I sit, in this old seat, blue and white flanal, not very comftorable. Tear stains down my cheeks and my neck, still flowing with tears, it just won't stop. Still a little bit drunken from last night, but not enough to be misleading anger. I have blood soaked hands, and I'm bleeding from the forehead. What did I do?

I wish to say sorry to those I have hurt, I never realised how hurt I made them, I was so blinded and naive, thinking they were okay with my working as much as I had, I thought they were fine as long as I was able to afford enough to get a plane, and at least see them once in real life. I thought, against all odds, that the British government wouldn't recognise me when I got there, and would let me through, I would have risked my life for them, and was going to untill I became homeless. I quit college, and kept up 8 jobs, my mom threw me out because I quit college, and without a home I was fired.

So here I sit, blood soaked, tear soaked, why? I bashed my fists against the wall, and bashed my head untill I bled and got knocked out. I hurt myself in a way that didn't leave scars, and why? Self-hatred.

Here I am, a ball of hate.

Here I am, rabbit with anger.

Here I am, without a love.

Here I am, without a soul.

Here I am, with all the depression.

Here I am, I cannot stand.

Here I am, all this hatred.

Here I am, it's directed towards me...

Here I am...