I can save everyone else. 
But I can’t save myself.
And I won’t let anyone save me.
Because I’m the hero of the story…and the hero doesn’t need to be saved.  

I hate being an inspiration to others. 
I hate when people call me strong.
Because I’m not strong.
I am the weakest of the weak.
I’m a coward and I hate myself.

I am not someone to be adored.
Or loved, or wanted, or admired.
Hell, I wish no one did.
I wish everyone hated me like I hate myself.

Maybe they do. I dunno.
I am…such a piece of shit. I don’t even deserve to breathe.
I don’t want to. I don’t want to breathe. I don’t want to.  

My pride won’t let me ask for help, though. 
Hahaha - but I can hide this so well.
I’m web camming and they don’t even know I’m in pain.
God, I have such a fucking good poker face.
Go me.