I Hate

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.