Most times I don’t want to be here.. physically be here.

I’m either so bad that the people who claim they love me the most are the ones to hurt me with their words.

I’m never good enough for anyone.. I haven’t changed in their eyes. I don’t know why I’m here.

If I cause so much trouble for people why am I here?

My kids don’t deserve a mother who is consistently put down. I’m every name in the book.

No one sees the struggles I go through. No one is there behind the scenes.

I act so tough but behind it all, I’m so small. So sad, no one to listen to me. No one to hear my cries for help.

I’m such a horrible person , I’ve considered the worst sin possible. But I try to stay strong for my kids and it’s hard as hell.

Pretending to smile but deep down wanting to curl up in a ball , hide under the sheets, and cry.

I’m useless and taking up space for someone who deserves to be here. I’m horrible and I just want to sleep. Depression is so loud in my ears that I want it to go away.

I’m tired and I have no intentions to want to do anything because I’m a horrible person.