I have never felt this way
Where there is only one person
I hate and despise
And that's me.
I hate myself.
My body.
My mind.
My heart.
I feel dead.
As if a beauiful girl
Showering her love
And her awe to me
Wasn't enough.
I broke that girl.
With empty promises
Coming from a throat
Sore from screaming
At the world.
No, I couldn't leave her alone
But I needed to be alone
In the end.
I hate myself.
Im free.
But I'm not.
I can't let go.
I hate myself.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
I have never felt this way
Where there is only one person
I hate and despise
And that's me.
I hate myself.
My body.
My mind.
My heart.
I feel dead.
As if a beauiful girl
Showering her love
And her awe to me
Wasn't enough.
I broke that girl.
With empty promises
Coming from a throat
Sore from screaming
At the world.
No, I couldn't leave her alone
But I needed to be alone
In the end.
I hate myself.
Im free.
But I'm not.
I can't let go.
I hate myself.
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