I hate myself
I hate my life
I hate the people who state they care for me
I hate every single human beingI hate that i'm still here
I hate that i keep fighting
Despite just wishing to die
I hate my demons for killing meStripping me off emotions
Making me relive the things i have seen
Remember the people i have lost
Reminding me there is no one
I can truly trustI hate being inside of my mind
I hate that i'm a prisoner of my own head
I hate that i can be blamed
For the death of so many peoples loved onesI hate that i still try and get friends
I hate that some part of me
Still believes there is love for meI hate that i wish to give up
I hate everything
Especially that i'm emotionally numbI'm emotionless
I'm a shell of a human being
I'm non existing
I'm simply just a thug
Who takes pleassure in other peoples sufferingI hate that i write this
I hate that you read this
I hate
That people like thisI hate that i still keep going on
I hate the fact that
A few people consider me to be strong
That's where you are wrongI hate...
I hate myself
I hate that i wanna love myself
I hate every word
Every word that comes out of my mouthI hate...
The fact that people can't understand me
That whomever reads this
And thinks to themselves "I understood what he meant"
Is so blatenly wrong!I hate the voices in my head!
I hate the echoes of the dead!
I hate so fucking much!
I'm just done!I hate that i can't give up!
Hate that i can't stop
Playing her favorite song!
Can't let go of the past!I hate
That i'm not the man she wished me to be
I hate that i don't know
What her parents think of me?I hate that others words still matter
I hate that she was the one i loved
I hate that i never showed for her funeral
I hate that i ran away!I hate that i was a mere coward
I hate that i didn't show a final act of loyalty
I hate the doctor
Who couldn't cure her cancerI hate that i begged her to stay with me
Whilst clearly knowing how much she was in misery
I hate that i'll never see her
Nor will i see him too!I hate that both of them are gone
I hate that it wasn't meWhy can't i just be free?!
Free me from this missery!
I know i won't join them in heaven!
And hell i can't enter either!I hate..
Hate that our pictures are still framed and up on my walls..
Hate that our friends...
Whom we considered family..
Still believes in me...I hate that i promised to live...
I hate that i promised to be strong...
I hate to admit that people are wrong...
I was selfish...I still am...
I hate that i am not a man...
I hate...
I hate way to much...Most of all...
I hate the fact you read it all...
Hate that you now know...
That i just consider myself...
Worthless...I hate myself...
I hate...
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My Symphony
PoetryWelcome back. Last we talked about identity, today we are gonna talk about lifes symphony. Peek behind the curtain and once again, you'll see a tiny a bit of the darkness within my mind. Wether it be classical, jazz, pop, hip hop, rock or any other...