The hurt inside

I'm not the same person I used to be,
I look at the world with disgust,
But disgust won't even glance at me.

I'm an invisible person, living in flesh,
People can see me, but they turn their heads,
Sometimes I just wish I would be taken by death.

This hurt I have inside, just seems so real,
I have trouble controlling my emotions,
And I don't know how or what I'm supposed to feel.