I hate myself
I hate me as a person
I hate my body
I hate that I surround my self with toxic people
I hate that I can't be happy
I hate that I'm numb
I hate that I'm related to a irrumator
I hate that I'm missing out on watching my little brothers grow up
I hate that I'm not perfect
I hate that I have a hard time even eating
I hate that I can barely look in the mirror without seeing faults
I hate who I am
I hate that I'm different
I hate that I haven't figured out who I am yet
I hate that I'm so supportive of other people but hate myself for things I am going through
I hate that my grandma had cancer six months ago
I hate my father for leaving me
I love and hate my family for not understanding me or seeing that I've put a facade up since the moment I can remember
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Poetry Written at 3am
PoetryBasically random rants about various topics and my attempts at poetry If you actually look forward to what I write (you probably don't): I don't have an update schedule umm if you want me to update you can tell me and I probably will sooo..... yeah...
