There is only one understandable thing about hate,
it can take over me at any second,
my heart with hate is almost like a crate,
holes everywhere,
destroying everything in its path,
i understand the hate,
i take what i feel,
just to create the hate i need to survive,
on hate i thrive,
the hate makes me cut,
the cuts make me bleed,
the blood releases the hate,
a little at a time,
there is understandable hate,
and that hate is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem