~~Sometimes...~~

I hate the way I break

I hate my past

I hate myself

I hate the world

I hate it all

I hate being stuck here

I hate those who won't let me go

I hate those who hug me

I hate those who wipe my eyes

I hate those who kiss me

I hate those who hate me

I hate it all

I just hate it all

But most of the time

I'm me, you know who I am

Broken inside but getting better

Sometimes, I can easily admit

To the hatred inside, which I can admit

Is mainly for myself

Instead of the rest of the world

Sometimes I'll get honest

And be too honest

Is it good for me?

I hope it is

I really hope it is....