hate ~ 3.12.1986/age 16
I hate this.
I always hated hatred.
But I hate.
I hate this life I'm living;
this lifeless, loveless life.
I hate who I am; what I've become.
I hate this place:
this day-to-day routine, phony place
where I must be faceless, void of sadness.
I hate these people.
I hate feeling this chill,
this empty coldness.
I hate being able only to feel sadness,
because when I hide it, there is nothing.
I hate this nothing.
I'm beginning to hate you, but love and hate are the same.
And I love you so much, always will
and that's the only thing I don't hate; and I can't have it.
I hate this. All of it.