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Less than Nothing | I Hate Myself

and I am nothing.
I am piss.
I am shit.
I am less than nothing.

I Hate Myself | Caught In A Flood With The Captain Of The Cheerleading Squad

these few words could be the last we ever speak. do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe? maybe you’d look at me, you’d talk to me, we could marry, live in this tree. but it’s unlikely. you don’t like me, and I don’t like me, and it’s unlikely.

I Hate Myself // The Lightning Says

I Hate Myself - Conversation with Dr. Seussicide 

holyfuckingshittt:

I Hate Myself - Less Than Nothing

60 watts, brighter than my future,
An empty forty, fuller than my life,
There must be more, sometimes I don’t think so,
Maybe I’m right. Maybe there’s no such thing as a brighter side
A sultry night stare at moons from rooftops,
A broken engine, poisoned never dry,
I pour my heart out to a god that doesn’t listen,
You said you’d save me. You said you’d love me always but you lied.
And I can’t dry my eyes and there is nothing left inside,
One day. The day. The day that I said I,
My heart inside was cold so that you didn’t know,
So all and you, you won’t love me at all,
The leaves come down,
There is no sound,
And if I fall would you notice at all?
The thought of me repulses me,
But you’d say you took me anyway, 
I am so alone on a corroded city rooftop, 
I saw you walking, you didn’t say anything,
You always told me that you’d never stop loving me,
But you stopped before you started and now all I have is lies.
What am I gonna be?
Who am I gonna be?
Afraid,
Repressed,
And now that I feel lost,
Well I wish that you had grown
While I bleed all alone,
The falling rain
Is what is left for me
We’re gonna be
What’s left for me
What is there to learn?
There is less than nothing,
I thought you’d be. Be there for me
You weren’t there. You weren’t anywhere.
You lied right to my face
You broke my fucking heart,
One day, one day you tore my heart apart.
And I have nothing,
And I am nothing,
I’m piss,
I’m shit, 
I am less than nothing.

vomitsoup:

I Hate Myself - To A Husband At War

things are here, and you’re over there
and in between: land, sea, everything
i hope you’re warm, and i hope you think of me,
and the way things used to be.
yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
but i knew and i know that it was a lie.
i tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
i mean our room. i went back to our room and cried
retreat, and come back home.

redstarpilot:

I Hate Myself - Destroy All Monsters 

yeahmygirlfriendx:

I Hate Myself | Drama In The Emergency Room

I-I can survive, but I don’t know if i want to.
Turn off the machines. I’ve sprung a thousand leaks.
I can feel everything. Listen.
Get your fingers out from under my skin.
Just let me lay back and drip.
Paste up my parts and I’ll be a bed-ridden Frankenstein
with diseased mental faculty,
a depression you can’t remedy with your scalpels,
your stitches, and stainless steel,
your arrogant radical zeal, I’m bleeding, infected, unsterile.
I’ve got bags that you can’t cure.
Doctor! Doctor! Doctor, are you listening?
I’m trying to explain something, but you’re not listening
like I can’t fucking speak.

onlythedeadgetthrills:

I Hate Myself - To A Husband At War

 so fuckiing good.

fuckyeahemo:

crookedcunt:

I Hate Myself - …and Keep Reaching for Those Stars