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I am filled with a hatred, A constant stream of negative thoughts drown my head. I am suffocating under the weight of my loathing, A river of pain where im floating. I feel as if I'm cursed, The happiness and love from others feels rehearsed. I am a doll of broken dreams, Empty and falling apart at the seams. I am hanging by a thread everyday, Walking a thin rope to avoid all this pain. I stare into the distance within a shelter of myself, Never moving as i hide in my shell. There are good days, I hate that I'm numb on a very great day. I'm either numb or in pain, The happiness comes as frequent as a desert's rain. Maybe im selfish, Maybe im just helpless. I get swallowed in fear when talking to people, My thoughts dealing hits blow after blow. I can't tell people that i love my feelings, They'll just say it's nothing. I'm suffocating inside myself, The things I love doing doesn't help. What's going on with me? That question is only answered in theories. If I go, They'll know. I can't take the pity, I don't want their fury. I hate it! I hate all this **** I hate it Hate it Hate Hate Hate Hate... I hate feeling like this, I want a way out of this I want to be free of this hell, I want to love myself.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
I hate it
I am filled with a hatred, A constant stream of negative thoughts drown my head. I am suffocating under the weight of my loathing, A river of pain where im floating. I feel as if I'm cursed, The happiness and love from others feels rehearsed. I am a doll of broken dreams, Empty and falling apart at the seams. I am hanging by a thread everyday, Walking a thin rope to avoid all this pain. I stare into the distance within a shelter of myself, Never moving as i hide in my shell. There are good days, I hate that I'm numb on a very great day. I'm either numb or in pain, The happiness comes as frequent as a desert's rain. Maybe im selfish, Maybe im just helpless. I get swallowed in fear when talking to people, My thoughts dealing hits blow after blow. I can't tell people that i love my feelings, They'll just say it's nothing. I'm suffocating inside myself, The things I love doing doesn't help. What's going on with me? That question is only answered in theories. If I go, They'll know. I can't take the pity, I don't want their fury. I hate it! I hate all this **** I hate it Hate it Hate Hate Hate Hate... I hate feeling like this, I want a way out of this I want to be free of this hell, I want to love myself.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
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