I hate..

I hate the way that i think
I hate the thoughts inside of me
I hate the way that i cry
I hate the ways that I've died


I hate that I can never have
more than one good day in row
I hate that yesterday was okay but
today I don't feel the same


I hate my face and I hate my eyes
I hate the way that I always cry
I hate my mouth and the frowning lines
I hate it all... all of the time


I hate that the sun came up today and
that I don't really seem to care
I hate that its nice outside but
I am breathing stale air


I hate my pain and what it brings
I hate the emotions and the feelings
I hate the burning in my chest
I hate the fact that I can never rest


I hate that misery feels like home and
that I keep returning here
I hate the fact that I don't know
when the tears are going to start again


I hate myself for what I've become
I hate that I'm so fucking dumb
I hate that I can never see
I hate the person that is me


I hate the words that I write and
for always being in my mind
I hate that I have to see
my pain typed out in front of me


I hate that this is what you see
everytime you look at me
I hate that this what I see
everytime I look at me

This is all the past
now I hate the way I never know
if someday you will go
I hate the way i'm so full of fear

I hate the way he looks at me
I hate how he makes me scream
I hate that he makes me cry...

Now...There is no hate
only my feelings that overtake
my mind my thoughts
my actions my words.