Midnight Ranting

Help, who can come to me? I only think to hate. Myself included is what I have currently. I don't know what to think. I know what they think I am. Really they say everyone is depressed. Even though they prove themselves normal. People don't understand how I think. Sometimes God is all we need, right? I have some paper to cut. My tears fall to my legs. Every time it falls to the night. But that's just plainly me. I'm a girl that can't love and that is just. A time is coming when my fears will be gone. How in the ground, apparently.