I hate every little piece of myself
I hate this shadowed life
Hate the circles carved under my eyes
Hate the slanted light through the window
Hate the wall against my back
The floor under my ass
I hate the pens and scribbles that have dictated who I am
The pain pressed in pages, stolen in ink
Hate the knives in my bag
The music in my head
I hate the sounds of my life
I hate the rubber bands in my room
On my nightstand
Hate the books on my card
Hate the words in my mouth
Hate the way I can't spit them out
The lisps they create
Hate the way they change from how I meant them
I hate every little piece of myself
I hate how this pain will become my only legacy
Hate the way the blood spills from my body
Like its trying to stem the flow of my life
Like it doesn't want to pass on to my children either
Hate the way I can change how I am, they way I was made
Hate how there's something so fundamentally wrong about me
I hate it
I hate it all
I hate
Everything
YOU ARE READING
After (2024)
Short StoryIt's a story about recovering from depression. My journey to stay happy after a long couple years. I write mostly poetry. If you want to read more about my struggles click my profile, I have one published story detailing my 2023 year. It's still har...
