i hate myself
more than you think i do.
and when you thought i am doing fine
because i said so,
the truth is i am having aggressive thoughts
about the things that i want to do
against myself.
it feels like i am
dragging an enemy down.
but the thing is, there’s only one person.
you won’t understand the betrayal
that i get
from myself
every single day,
too much that sometimes i want to
separate from it and
run away to where i won’t hear it.
i hate myself,
to the point that i don’t want to see
its face ever again, or else i’ll violently
smash it somewhere hard until
the parts of it fall off.
i hate myself,
that i think i can never
look at it with forgiveness.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
