The Pointless Book

Punching Bag

You hate yourself so loudly
You hate yourself at the tip of your lungs
Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech

You say;
"Sorry, sorry, sorry"
You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch
As if the punching bag is you

If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself the loudest than nobody will hurt you

You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes
You balled yourself up so tightly it meant you never heard the love
You drowned it out
You screamed your hatred over it
And you never got to hear it