It hurts knowing nobody will truly understand your pain.
It hurts knowing that your pillow doubles as a place to store tears and screams.
It hurts knowing you're a freak.
It hurts knowing you'll always be ugly.
It hurts knowing that school isn't even a place to learn or unwind, but rather a place to make you feel worse about yourself.
It hurts knowing that nobody will love you.
It hurts knowing you'll never amount to anything.
It hurts knowing your parents care about your grades more rather than your decreasing mental health.
It hurts knowing your body is flawed in every way.
It hurts knowing you won't fit into clothes/apparels.
It hurts knowing you have no true friends.
It hurts knowing you're never anyone's first choice.
It hurts knowing you'll always be a loser.
It hurts knowing you will never get that guy/girl you like.
It hurts knowing that people mock self harm around you.
It hurts knowing that you wished to die when you blew out the candles.
It hurts knowing that you have dreams about killing yourself.
It hurts knowing that you probably won't make it past 20.
It hurts knowing that everyone around you is developing and you're withering away.
It hurts knowing you'll always be alone.
It hurts knowing you get judged in public.
It hurts knowing that sad music isn't sad enough.
It hurts knowing your family doubts you.
It hurts knowing the world around you is drawing you out
It hurts knowing that suicide is the only way out.
It hurts knowing you're not smart enough.
It hurts knowing you're deformed.
It hurts knowing you can't eat.
It hurts knowing that tonight could be my last night.