I think the world hates me

                                                         i think my mom hates me

                                                          I think my dad regrets me

                                                          I think my family disowned me

                                                           i think my girlfriend loves me, rather loved me

                                                           I think my ex hates me, and i hate myself

                                                           i think my lone wolf wants me to leave my self-esteem on the shelf.

                                                           I think   my anxiety likes me to fall and melt

                                                           I think
my depression wants me to die of suggestion to suicidal objection.

                                                           I think
I am the problem of my problems, my last name should've been riddle, because i can't solve them, and i can't solve me, so, what's the point of me fixing a reality i can't even solve myself.