Myself Poem by Claire Abbott

Tired.
Of myself, of others, of life.
Tired.
Of things I've done and those I haven't.
Tired.
Of guilt, of anger, of bitterness.
Angry.
At myself, at others, at life.
Angry.
At what mistakes I made and what I failed to do.
Angry.
At guilt, at bitterness, at emptiness.
Guilty.
Of hurting myself, hurting others, messing lives.
Guilty.
Of not saying sorry or forgiving.
Guilty.
Of bitterness, of emptiness, of hatred.
Bitter.
At myself, at others, at life.
Bitter.
At what I've thrown away, when I could've had the chance.
Bitter.
Towards emptiness, towards hatred, towards myself.
Empty.
Towards myself, towards others and life.
Empty.
Of all feelings except those so bad.
Empty.
Filling the cavities with hatred.
Hatred.
For myself, for others and for life.
Hatred.
So harsh I can't bare it.
Hatred.
So much, I want to die.
Shrivell up and go to a better place.