How naive it was of me
To think that you could ever
Ever
Hate me as much as I do.
Impossible
You could never.
Nobody could,
Not a single human being
Could ever feel the gut-wrenching,
Horrid,
Tear-jerking hatred for me
That I feel.
Nobody could ever want to get rid of me
As much as I do.
Nobody could ever think I'm as worthless
As I know I am.
And nobody could ever
Ever love me
Like I wish they could.
Pointless.
Irrelevant.
Trash.
And just who could love that.
I hate me.
I HATE ME.
And as the sobs drown out the anger,
the burns replace the skin,
And the pain covers my heart,
I bury my face in my hands
And cry some more.
What's the point of staying
In the middle of this internal war?