I love myself
I love the Blue color of my eyes,
I love the thickness in my thighs.
I love the way I draw my art,
I love my words that I speak from my heart.
I hate myself
I hate that I'm so weak with fear,
I hate that I am helpless here.
I hate the way my face is shaped,
I hate that I feel out of place.
I love myself
I love the soul I came to be,
I love my personality.
I love my rosy cheeks,
I love that my voice is soft when it speaks.
I hate myself
I hate that I'm not skinny,
I hate that I'm not pretty.
I hate that I'm all alone,
I hate the fact no ones home.
I love
The fresh air on spring days,
The salty tears scattered on my face.
The glowing stars that float in space,
The plants that grow all over the place.
The clouds that fly to pass the time,
The deep poetry that may have no rhyme.
The trees that shade the summer sun,
And the camp fires in my memories of having fun.
I hate
That life is to short to last,
That people rather be rude and have a laugh.
That those who suffer are all alone,
That I lost those I'm closest to so I'm on my own.
That I can't seem to love my look,
That people's words had got me hooked.
That I wanna scream and let it all out,
That we're all alone with no one to help.
I love the world and its rough edges,
But I can hate the things that push the greatest over ledges.
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Dark poems and depressing moments
PoetryWarning: If your sensitive to the following (drugs, tired, blood, suicide, emotions, cutting, pain, insanity, depression, anxiety, fear, etc.) please read no further and this is not meant to encourage these warnings. also this is not to give any ide...
