Reasons to Die

I have plenty of reasons to die. Too many to count or my brain will fry. Starting with I'm too big. I get made fun of by the girls who are a twig. Im stupid, I can't do the simplest things. My mind is caught between 100 different speeding swings. I hate my face. Sometimes I wish I could blind myself with mace. I don't know how to say no. People see me as a joke. I can't be loved because there's someone better. Someone better than a cutter. I have plenty of reasons to die. At this point I'm just a waste of time. I know people will say there's more to live for. They are the same who gave me my heart after they tore. But I won't do it, I have shit to do and people to outlive.