I loved you despite every imperfection,
Everything.
Even the imperfections that hurt me.
I loved you in spite of it all.
Not because they were good for me,
Not because I got off on them,
I loved you because I needed to learn how to love.

Despite anything you’ve done,
Despite anything you do to me,
Despite any possible reason you have to hate yourself,
I love you regardless of who you are.
I love the things you say and the things that make up who you are.

Before you I didn’t know what it meant to love,
To truly love unconditionally.
I read but didn’t understand,
Was aware but didn’t know,
Was taught but didn’t experience.

You think you’ve caused me more trouble than anything else,
You hate yourself for what you’ve done or who you are.
You didn’t think love existed until we met.

I promise you,
God will bring you to it,
I know it because
Here’s my secret my dearest,
I hate myself too,
But God showed me the way.

Sometimes...
    I sit here and cry,
       Because it's You I Despise.

Spend every waking hour
                                by your side;
    Hearing every I Love You and
                                      Goodbye.
  
With every kiss you give,
          I feel Empty and Sick...

Why do you deserve to be Loved?
When everything about You is...    
                                             Flawed.

  You're an Accident,
                   A Disgrace.
  You don't belong in this place.
                       Dead and gone,
            Where you belong..

So My death
     Do not prolong.
                I Hate You...
                         I Hate me...

You can hate yourself...
                        
                            ­        Apparently...

Sometimes,
We shed tears for no reason
We feel sadness without explanation
We wake up in the middle of the night for nothing
And we fall in love unexpectedly.

I don't like to express myself
Because I know I'll be put down.
You say you wouldn't do that to me,
But darling,  don't you see?
You already have.
So now I sit silently
Having nothing to share.
No individuality.
No importance,
No need to be here.
I'm about as needed
As a white crayon is
On white paper.