Sheldon Byron

Hate - Poem by Sheldon Byron

I hate everything that he is
Especially everything this man has become

I hate the way he made things turn out
Most of all everything that he has done

I hate the way he look at me
Mostly when he smile

I hate the way he always look for the easy way out
He drank liquor and forced pills go down his throat, all for an easy way out. Looking for another route

I hate at that moment he almost quit, just because he was weak and didn’t think this world would be something he would miss
When you really think about death, wanting it to come early is simply... ridiculous

I hate the way god took away his brother
At times he told me hew would wonder how it would have been if it was him

He must hate depression
Everyday living must seems like such a difficult mission

I wish I can start over to erase the memory of him
I hate how he always think how things could have been

I hate how i have to see him everyday, when i look in the mirror I see
It’s sad, but the real person i hate is me

Comments about Hate by Sheldon Byron

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 21, 2009

[Report Error]