Valentines Day Poem by Connor Whyte

Oh as I hate you I find myself in a deeper hole, Oh how I wish you were never here, Always wish I was never born as I am a waste of life and take up to much space, I hate you and pray that something bad happens.

I hate the way I live I hate you, And I hate me, There is no point to this holiday when you feel no love, Empty and sad and so confused, I always ask myself what is wrong with me, Why do they never want much to do with me? I have come to realize there is no point in asking, I feel like laying down to die.

When men all around have girls melt in their arms, And drown when they stare into their eyes. I want that but it will never happen, It makes me sick to the point of falling into hate. I'm in a huge state of rage and wish to fall to the floor and block everything out, To push everyone away and stay in isolate.

I will tear everything apart just to make you see, To make you see that I am different, Cross over from life to death and can't stay in reality, Is this a dream or do I try to hard to be seen? I will never know so I will choose to be mean, You were never there for me you made everything always about you, Treat me like crap and smack me with your regrets.

Things you feel I feel to, I am so lost, Wish to be loved, Can't you feel the hatred to, You spit in my eye as you glare at me with your demonic lies.

Now I am grown and I am strong, Learned how to push back with my anger, I know how to turn your regrets back on you, I am angry and will take revenge, You will never play me like how the others had played me, I am scarred and filled with emotions and deep pain, My sad face shows nothing but the stains of your abuse. Sounds of death as your mind begins to choke, You stay out of my head or I will let mine loose,

My thoughts are mine and not yours to abuse, You have done your share and now you will feel the noose, I speak to all the woman who have hurt others with lies, I speak to all men who have done no wrong to deserve such abuse, Take nothing from them when you have done no wrong, I am a good person but never wish to show for all the things done wrong by your excuse, I hate you and will never be true I am just another scum bag who has not done bad but get hurt in the end when I am good to you.

Choke on your glares and choke on your words, Feel the pain brought on to others and hit you 10 fold, This is not a curse but a promise hurt my soul one more time and you will know that my words are true I will take no more abuse, Feel the wraith as your mind burns. Don't waste your time on ones that have nothing to give in return.