I hate myself
Sometimes?
Often?
Always?
Always, yes.
I hate the way I cry.
I hate the way I can't hide
How I'm crumbling inside
I hate the way I am,
Trying to act larger-than-life
Smiling through every strife.
Hiding in a reckless divide
Constantly bargaining with my life.
I hate me.
I hate the person I see in the mirror.
I hate my corrupted self.
My broken morals and values.
And I question,
Whether I had them
In the first place.
Hypocrite, liar, thief.
Good-for-nothing.
They all describe me.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
PoetryI write, because I am.// Too many emotions, // Overflowing, // As my heart bleeds // Words onto paper. // I write, // Therefore I am. ------------------- Cover credit goes to @WattAnOtaku OHMYGODTHAN...
