No one in this world can ever hate you as much as you hate yourself.
Me who hurts myself in every way possible, with a full self awareness.
Collecting heavy burdens as if it's something worth having.
Then that problems became unsolvable, so i hide in fear.
That fear, easily forgotten
But haunts me in every moment.
At that time, i buried myself in those perfect stories to cover the chaotic world of mine.
Saint or sinner, either one is fine
I'll do everything to save myself from the other me who hate it.
Because, no one can ever love you as much as you love yourself.
After that back to square one, over and over again.
