Hate.
What a word.
What a phase.
What a conjunction of emotions that I can’t place.
I wish I could whisper all of them, away.
The traitors and the lies
with mistakes and
goodbyes.
tell them, demand them
to run away from home.
but i,
am only
running
on a personality
that
depends
on
hate.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
Hate.
What a word.
What a phase.
What a conjunction of emotions that I can’t place.
I wish I could whisper all of them, away.
The traitors and the lies
with mistakes and
goodbyes.
tell them, demand them
to run away from home.
but i,
am only
running
on a personality
that
depends
on
hate.