Stone Hearts And Serrated Blades Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

I'm feeling so empty.
My outlook is jaded.
I want you to hate me.
I want to be hated.
Please, won't you save me?
The blade is serrated.
Can't fight my feelings.
My outlook is jaded.
Everyone hate me.
I want to be hated.
Please, won't you save me?
The blade is serrated.
I am a failure.
My outlook is jaded.
Why must they hate me?
Don't want to be hated.
Please, won't you save me?
The blade is serrated.
My heart is made of stone.
My outlook is jaded.
Everyone hates me.
Don't want to be hated.
Please, won't you save me?
The blade is serrated.
My mind is made up now.
My outlook so jaded.
Everything hates me.
It hurts to be hated.
Please, won't you save me?
The blade is serrated.