Run

I disgust myself with my idiocy… I want to break the mirror at the mere sight of me… I deserve nothing or no one… Not worth a bullet in a loaded gun… I am furious at myself for what I’ve become… I deserve the pain; don’t need to be numb… Yes, I’m self-loathing, but you would hate me too, If you knew me even remotely like I do… There is no redemption for what I’ve done… It’s hard to hide from yourself when there’s nowhere to run…