Hate

I HATE MYSELF..

I hate my self and will always,
But it isn't the real me in all these plays.

There’s something squeezing my soul inside,
There’s something which I am unable to hide.

Somehow I just wanna end my life,
I am through of all this and I pull my knife.

To over come this I try, try,
And how much to try,
They break my heart again,
And I cry cry and again cry.

My heart will nomore break?
Oh please! its all fake.

Ashamed, that's what now I must be,
Guilt, it's deep within me.

They deprived me of my inner beauty,
Now all what I can do is go with the flow,
And do my duty.

I can’t anymore delay,
Now, I have to convey,

“Don’t misguide me oh dear
I am filled with all fear”

“Don’t leave me please I am very alone
Don’t let me sit at the corner of the cone”

Now I feel why the hell am I born?
Just to see my life being torn?

Life is like a dream I thought,
But it’s more like a nightmare what it brought.

I am so happy,
I try to pretend,
It’s all over,
My life is to end.

My silent screams,
My incomplete dreams,
My innocent lies,
My overfilled eyes.

What else is left?
Its my life what they theft.

Now, its time for prayer,
My end is near,
My hand is up,
And my blade has no fear..