Random thoughts, poetry, whatnot

I hate

I hate myself for hating myself

I hate how I can't look into my own eyes, and tell myself that it will all be okay

I hate not having control over my path

I hate not being able to tell if I live another day

I hate how I've coated myself in so many layers of wrath

I hate how everything I find beautiful can be cancelled out as "fake"

I hate how they made it and I didn't

I hate how I don't think anyone will show up to the wake, or even my funeral at all

I hate how they could grab on but I couldn't