I want to kill the world

I want to kill the world.

I want to kill the world because 

it has been killing me slowly for the past two years.

It kills me no matter how many times

I silently beg for it to stop,

or for it to move on to somebody else.

But it never does.

I want to kill the world because it kills me.

It makes me hate my life and myself.

Not that I want to die- 

I don't-

but it makes me want to curl up in my bed

and never come out.

I want everybody in the world

to hear me when I say

I want to kill the world

I want everybody to know why though.

I'm going to yell it,

I'm going to scream it,

and I'm not going to stop until 

everybody knows why.

Maybe then the world will stop killing me slowly.

And maybe then I can stop killing the world.