I hate it how suicide is considered an easy way out 
yet so many people can't bring themselves to do it.

I hate it how so many people can.

I hate it when people think I'm mute, deaf, and blind 
just because I can't bring myself to speak.

I hate it when I use all my strength to say something, 
but people only hear and never listen.

I hate it when clocks are loud 
and they sound like ticking time bombs.

I hate it when people just expect me to believe 
everything they say.

I hate feeling this way 
and having no one that's willing to help me.

I hate it when people look at me like I'm insane 
during an attack.

I hate it when people stand next to me, 
but never talk to me.

I hate it when no one notices me 
until I do something wrong.

I hate having to walk out of rooms 
because I'm overwhelmed.

I hate it when sandwiches get warm from the heat outside.
I hate it when the corner of pages get bent.
I hate not being able to control how I feel.
I hate it when the door closes on my face.
I hate it when people stand behind me.
I hate having to eat to survive.
I hate crying for no reason.

I hate having anxiety.
I hate seeing myself.
I hate being insane.
I hate being wrong.
I hate being hurt.
I hate being me.