Hiding my heart, I'm playing pretend.
Hiding my heart, I'm locking it up alone.
I hate myself, this soul I resent.
I hate myself, typing suicide on Chrome.
Alone in my room, crying.
Alone in my room, cutting.
I hate myself, love to be bleeding.
I hate myself, should've been trying.
Is this a sin, I'm dreaming of death?
Is this a sin, I'm hoping to die?
I hate myself, hate me till my last breath.
I hate myself, only in hell, freely I'll cry.
I'm so sorry, I am a dissapointment,
I'm so sorry, I'll have to go.
I hate myself, I'm losing, come to agreement.
I hate myself, this is the end, I know.
Poet's Note
Too dark again, I know. But oh well, I just wanted to share some darkest thoughts on some of the darkest days.
And not my usual format, so idk if it's good. And like I mentioned, the poetry maybe triggering, so please be careful.
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