I hate the body that i'm in
I hate the narcissistic person in my head
I hate the ground I walk on
Because it leaves a trace of my footprints
And I hate when people see me
I want to be noticed believe me
But I hate the way I speak
Using words I know they'll understand
Rather than my own
I hate my teeth because they allow
Lies to be spit in between them
Lies my mind does not condemn
I hate my sick twisted thoughts I have
While twiddling with my thumbs
About acts that I wouldn't pursue
Because my hands won't let me
Or maybe it's my weak heart
That's been thoroughly ripped apart
I hate that i've become dirt that others walk on
And I allow this to happen
Because i'm scared of hurting people
As much as they hurt me
A cowardly beast
With nothing to fiest
I hate that my brain doesn't work well
With my hands
And Idrop pencils
Because I know that I can't erase my mistakes
So I hold pens
Praying that mistakes won't happen
I hate praying
Because I know that no one is listening
It's just me talking to myself
I do too much of that anyways
A silent death
With a thick blade
Cause dark shades
That take the feelings and pain away
I hate that I have to hurt myself
To calm my anxiety
Like my skin is screaming to me
And I can't silence her without a knife
What is the point of living
If living doesn't feel like life
