i hate my life
if you were me you know why
i hate people who pretend they care
if you don't care leave me alone
i hate the things i was able to do
now i'm left changing my ways
i hate life is hard
will it ever get better?
i hate, i hate, i hate
is that all i do?
hate what i can't change?
there have to be a better way
nothing i do is working
everything i try
i'm hating
when will life make sense?
when will i stop hating?
when i'm dead?
3-9-09
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Ive been there, i can relate to your poem, trust me it gets so much better, if you look forward which may seem so imposible, but look forward, see the future as a bright thing, tomorrow is a new day, thats the key dont look to heavily to next month or year, take it day by day at first but view it with a brightness. things get better