Thoughts About Your Spiteful Words

Sometimes I think about killing myself.

After all I'm only a psychotic demon who should have never existed
A waste of space, a nothing, a nobody.
Right?

Maybe, maybe not.
Nonetheless I agree.

Maybe one day I'll run away and leave behind a questionable note,
Maybe I'll go to one of my friend's houses, maybe not.
Maybe one day I won't fake it and I'll actually be gone for good.
Maybe, maybe not.

Maybe one night you'll understand how much I loved- love- you.
Maybe one day after it's too late you'll understand.
Maybe, Probably not.

Maybe-
Maybe you actually hate the very thought of my existence as you tell me you do.
Maybe you really do wish I had never come out of my mother's womb, nor had I been there in the first place.
Maybe I'm just exaggerating.
Probably not.