I hate...

I hate....
I hate how weak I am
I hate the pain that is my constant companion
I hate the struggle to keep my shattering heart from ripping out of my cold numb body
I hate the tears that fall silently into my pillow or not so silently flood from my soul when I am certain no one can witness my downfall.
I hate myself for allowing you to conquer me so easily
I hate the self destruction
I hate that I did nothing to stop you from stealing what was not yours to take
I hate the hope you made me feel
I hate that I feel anything at all
I hate.....me.