Carrying on is hard when i hate myself .

I guess i hate my life wait let me be real this isn't a deal .

I'm always question why i'm even breathing ?

Is life really this deceiving .

I suppose i'm cursed destined to always feel worse .

Maybe my path ends riding in a hearse to no longer stress whats in my purse.

I'm tired of walking on this earth on a journey to find my worth .