I need you now god

My house is not a home
My life is not my own
Im dreading my own life
I just wanna end it right
I hate myself
And all my imperfections
Everyones against me
So why should I stay here?

I never should have come home
Im sick, Im dead
And all I can hear are the voices in my head
If only I lived like someone else
Had their house, had their family
If only I wasnt me
Cuz being me is god d a m n stressful

I just want everything fine again
God, why cant everything be fine?
I only wanted a home
But now Im writing alone
And it has come to this