I don't say it out loud
Often enough but
I hate myself

I hate my body
And my selfish mind
The voices in my head
The voice that pierces the air
That I am unlovable
And unkind
Harsh and crude
Ugly and unrefined

You have no idea
How I loose sleep
Because I am thinking about the past

The past should stay where
It lays, in a deep grave
But it doesn't
The past pops up and mocks us
By the means of people
Reminding us of our flaws and
Nasty choices

I hate myself
And the voices in my head
I wish I were dead instead