when i sleep it haunts my thoughts and my night terrors
which cause me to scream in agonizing pitty.
It is burned into my mind because i came to
once and for all end the best thing
that we had experienced in our lives for over a year
now... eachother.
but you fell into me sobbing hearbroken
and i hate myself for it, because i turned my back
on you and left you to scrambling in
your own self disgust and your puddle of wet tears
left on the ground for what you knew you had done.
but i left you there and i hate myself for it.
when i look in the mirror i cannot stand what i see
it makes me sick...
And when i wake up screaming in the night,
i know it is of this.
Clayton J. Young
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
self hate is hard to deal with, but not impossible. remember you always have someone to turn to. poetry will understand you better than anyone in the world