Love and Loathe...

Breathing, excuses.
Desperate for something more.
Loathing your existence.
A parasite beneath the flesh.

No one else is worse.
You're a verse, or a worm,
taking up half the pages of my book.
Don't you understand?

I hate you so much.

It's all behind the mask.
Tearing off my face.
Exposing all I held deep inside.
Exposing all I was afraid admitting.

I love and loathe myself too.
The mirror's image splits into two.
Always at war with one another.
Leaving me a casualty for nothing.
The razor glides across my wrists.
Still I continue making excuses.
I love and loathe myself too...