Wednesday, January 2, 2013


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....

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