Hate

It was anger that lead me to my early grave, the dismay that I can’t see how to live life the proper way, The harvested hatred I have for myself ,the constant chant  that spirals out control with the demons in my head your gonna be dead ur  not pretty enough ur  your not good enough I feel I won’t  ever be Enough
It was blade I laid to my vein that
For I was un worthy of the life that was given to me to this day because of mistakes I made, every day my body quakes it shutters of the fear of judgment because I’m feel I’m not enough,I had enough! Let me take the cold breath of death  it’s the 7 feat under the wooden box that that nail lays on heavy coffin down  below will they show some mercy to a restless soul that wasn’t enough!