Is my poem good?
Judge me and hate me and rip me shreds tell me I'm not good enough and leave me for dead. Kill me and cut me and talk behind my back laugh at me a kick me and shoot me in the head. Let me suffer let me die walk away without saying goodbye. Tell me I'm not good enough tell me I'll always be alone tell me that you hate me just leave me just go. Let me sit in the dark and feel my pain let me learn to loath myself create my own suicidle hate.