Literature
Hate
Right now I hate myself.
I wish that I could cry.
Everything that happens to me
gets stuck deep inside and
the only thing I can do
is try to hide away from life.
Im missing the energy that keeps
me moving on, and keeps me alive.
So tired, but sleep never comes
to force me to shut my eyes.
Lost in the end of time,
wondering around, seeing the bodies
of those that were there before I.
So many frustrations stuck in my head,
no way to let it out, and
no one to help me find
a way to release what is
slowly killing my mind.
Everyone once in a while I
wish that I could die, but
I dont because of the things
that make my life see