How i feel

Every night I lie in this bed crying my eyes till I am made dry,
I now realize I am not capable of this life,
all my fgears have come to a reality I have made a fools folly in thinking I have the heart
I hate the very existence of my soul,
This body becomes weaker with every feeling that courses thourgh my veins,
Every rose I smell reminds me of how imperfect I am,
I am a creature of the most foulest hearts imaginable,
Every time I see the stars I wish they would fall upon me,
I hate everything I have ever said,
If I could be so lucky and have this world tooken from me I would be truly happy for once,
I am Not worthy to be here let me go without any woe,
Allow me to die for my hearts cries for it so.......