Hate
Hate
Hate
HAte
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
Hate
That is all I feel towards myself.
Hate.
Death.
Neverloved.
Hate.
Pain.
Is all I feel inside.
It Hurts.
Tears.
Crying.
I hate it.
Makes me feel week.
Im tired of crying.
Useless.
I hate that word.
It just makes everything...Feel so...useless.
Like me.
People.
I hate them.
Self-esteem?
I dont have any, thats how low it is,
Because of these people.
Rules.
Make me feel trapped in a box.
Yet, I obay them.
Rules help me keep track of myself,
So I dont feel so,
Lost,
It makes me feel cold.
Stupid and useless.
Everything,
Bothers me.
Thes headaches dont go away.
I hate them.
Everday
Im being
Stabbed,
In the heart,
In the head,
The pain is unbearable.
This poem
Its full of everything
Almost everything
That irritates me
Even this poem irritates me.
I almost dont know what to call it.
