I can feel me loosing myself Well like in the metaphorical sense The others are all i have i am not real im not a person Im just a vessel for life But i cant tell if i even want to be that anymore Idk if im sick of feeling like everyone i love hates me and doesnt want me I think im addicted to hurting because hey at least im feeling something now I want to want to kill myself i want the self hate to consume me I wish i was okay but gods someone do it for me Someone do the healing for me ive lost my motivation to try Ive lost motivation to breath at night Ive lost the drive to take my pills Ive lost the want to speak I just want to curl up and collect dust