Hate - Poem by Colleen Root
I hate myself and everything that i do.
i dont know why i bother or why i try,
sometimes i just want to crawl into a dark hole and die
i dont understand these feelings i have
i dont know why i cut.
i guess its just something that i do.
i'll never really quite know why
i hide my feelings deep inside
where i'll keep them
i'll take them with me to my grave
along with these scars marked by the blade
these tears i've cried mix with the blood i've bleed
its hard to believe i'd rather be dead
i cant understand where this all started.
i dont know why i have to live a lie
i dont know why i hav myself to fucking much
i'll never understand what im doing here!
or why im even alive!
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