Hate

I hate myself, for all that I’ve done.I hate myself, for trying to live.

I hate myself for showing emotion.I hate myself for attempting to love.

I hate myself with a burning passion.I hate myself for all that I am.

I hate myself for crying my eyes out.I hate myself for trying to stand.

I hate myself, nothing can change that.I hate myself for not having died.

I hate myself for cutting the rope.I hate myself, for the failed suicide.

I feel the grip of my own self-hatred.I feel the cold, hard hand of God.

His grip is cruel, his humor worse.He sent me from being happy, to this lonely rotting hearse.

I hate myself because of life.I hate myself for trying to hide.

I honestly think I’d be better off dead.I might as well commit suicide.