Biography of Kiva Forsmark
The mood has not hit me to write poems in a long time so these are poems of long past.
I Hate Myself
I hate myself.
What the hell is the matter with me?
Why do I get depressed about the stupidest things?
Why do I care?
Why didn’t you tell me before now?
I wish you would have told me before I got used to it?
Now I am in pain.
Why did you do it?
Why do I hate you for it?