I hate this second I hate this minute I hate this hour I hate this day I hate this year I hate that i cant do anything right I hate that i cant die right now I hate that you wont die right now I hate this world I hate that i cant express my feelings I hate that i cant find the right knife I hate that im still writing this poem
I hate the way I’ve messed up my life, I hate the way I cry, I hate the person I’ve become, I hate that I want to die.
I hate the fact that I feel so alone, I hate the way I hide, I hate avoiding those who care, I hate that so often I’ve lied.
I hate the way that I hurt myself, I hate the scars I make, I hate that people don’t understand, I hate that they think I’m fake.
I hate the fact that I’m depressed, I hate that I’m so ill, I hate feeling tired all the time, I hate that I need the pills.
I hate the way I feel so scared, I hate that people can’t see, I hate how I have lost myself, Quite simply, I just hate me.