Why I hate myself, you ask?

I know what I have to do. I tell myself, "Just try." Yet I'm lying on my bed. And I don't know why. I wanna be better, Do this, or that. Then here I am, Haven't done crap. They believed in me, more than I did. It's just a shame That my mind forbids. In the end I hate myself, More than I care I keep doing wrong things, While still self-aware.