I don't know why, but Stan by Eminem just gets in my head whenever I feel like this, so I guess it's only fitting to try something like this

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clogs up my window and I can't see at all. Even if I could it'd all be grey but your picture on my wall, It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.

Dear me, I know you and I know you hate me. I lost my mind, my soul and my heart in the process. I really tried to understand, to get these things off my chest. I was probably just meant to be alone and keep you far from me.

Sometimes I hope I'm just wrong and don't have to feel like this. But anyways; fuck me, I'm just good to be used. I've been used to it too, since that's all that matters. You wanna talk to me or something? Oh, yeah, sure. They always say that tho.

Just here to be walked over, used, then forgotten. But hey, at least they still talk to me, right? That's gotta be nice for something. I know, you tell me this everyday: "I'm not good enough, no one wants me". I even started to accept that stupid depression.

The only thing that wants me and won't leave me like they do. Always brooding down hoping to die in my next sleep. So I can rest, left alone and not abused. Just a thought about the hate and abuse. None was fine.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clogs up my window and I can't see at all. Even if I could it'd all be grey but your picture on my wall, It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.