Hate is such a strong word, but the hate I have for myself is even stronger.
Hate is what I have for myself because I think I deserve to be loved or even be looked at.Every hour, minute and second that passes by the hate I have for myself becomes bigger and stronger, and I come to realize everything living in me is hate there's not a thing such as love.
My mind is full of hate and is not a
kind hate is a terrifying kind of hate, the one you can never seem to shade away.But here I am now asking to myself why do I hate myself, and I notice that is because it's me the one who created this hate by not being good enough or even good at all, or by being bad at everything and not seeing anything especial in me not one talent nor beauty and not one single piece of extraordinary in me, but if life would let me consider weird as extraordinary I would be the most exceptional human being ever in histories of all kinds.
Everyone says that if you suffer from hate it will make you stronger oh but dear life and me we both know that I will never ever be stronger that the hate I have for myself, I hate my body, my intelligence, my mind, my way of thinking, everything that its considered mine I hate with all parts of my miserable life.
And with all that reasons you can be still asking... why does this girl hates herself, and with many reasons that they seem not to be enough, I have a list which one could continue to the end of existence , this list isn't ever breaking apart because the hate I have myself couldn not
survive a genius mind.
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Writing through pain
PoetryHi everyone this book is a book with poems, they are the ones that helps me cope through pain so if you are going through pain as me you might be interested. You will find some poems in Spanish to.