You make me want to die I know I will regret saying this tomorrow but I mean every word of it today Why do you hate me Why don't you believe in me And don't say otherwise You haven't believed in me for years You say horrible things to me and I know I say them too I'm not denying I'm a horrible person But you act like the things you say in anger don’t count Even when they really really hurt Even when you repeat them over and over again I hope you don't read all of this because I know it's horrible but you make me feel so small You have told me to my face so many times that you do not believe in me I just want someone I can talk to But I can't trust you not to use the things I tell you against me The texts I sent to my mother and then deleted off of her phone. I get enough shit from myself, why’s she have to be so mean too?