Listening

Listening to the dark voice inside. Telling me I am not good enough and never will be. I can only make people unhappy. People only get unhappy when they are with me. I am not a person to love apparantly. People always need to run away from me. I am too much. Too much trouble, too much problems, too many children. My love is killing, never enough.
My body repulsive, ugly, I am not able to take care of it, use it in the good way.
Everything I do, I do wrong.
I am nothing, born out of fighting couple, born in a world gone cold.
So cold, so dark.
I live to survive, one day at the time, hoping it will end one day...