I hate myself.
I hate myself so much.
I hate the fact that I let you get to me so easily.
I hate the fact that I let you in.
I hate being a lone.
I'm surround by people, who must think Im invisible.
I can't eat, and I can't sleep.
I hate myself.
I hate myself so much.
I hate the fact that the only reason why you wanted me is, because you thought I was a ******.
I hate the fact that the only reason why you loved me was because of my body.
I hate the fact that you can make feel so guilty.
I hate the fact that you talk to girls behind my back, when you're saying," I love you", to my face.
But mostly, I hate myself more.
I hate my body, my 3 AM break downs, and the fact that you never cared.

Isn't it sad how someone like you can make someone like me feel this way?
I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be this way at all.     Thinking about you sickens me, but you're all I can think about. I want you out of my head. You ****** me up physically and mentally. I feel so many emotions, but two of them stick out the most, sadness and anger.
The effort you put torwards everything was lazy.
You made me feel worthless, yet I did absolutely  nothing wrong.
I'm so angry with myself, because I shouldn't have let you in nor should I miss you.

Poetry is my go to. Even if I'm horrible at it. Endless writing showing your emotions and the deepest darkest things you've hid inside.

My bodies numb and their is a absence in my heart.
I miss them so much, I miss him so much, I miss her so much. Everything around me is a reminder of them. The only thing I have left that's the closest to me is the darkness in the night. 1 o'clock turns to 3 o'clock and so on.
I can't seem to escape how I feel, nor can I escape to my safe haven, sleep. It's like my brain gets pleasure of putting me through so much pain. The pain is even worse at night. When your all alone and your thoughts creep up on you.

You've been away, a while
I didn't miss you
You promised to stay
But I didn't kiss you

You held my hand
and my neck too
Hello again, you return every while
Why do you?

After all the lows
You've put me through
You still think you'll win
You have no clue!

I listen to my heart
But to my mind too
I listen to my soul
To ME, not to you

Pretty guys like him don't go for ugly girls like me.

You think you're special
Special, you are, my dear
Look in the mirror,
You're one in a million
You have two eyes, a nose
Oh, and a mouth too
That spits venomous fire
Onto every soul that disregards
The beauty of your mind
The logic they cannot find
In your thoughts and your speech
But, oh, how you mind
Everything that makes sense to you, is beautiful
And all that fails to, non-sensical
Of course, you're one in a million
A copy-paste of a different kind

If you go slow, you'll feel
How my body reacts
To your gentle touches.

If you close your eyes,
You'll feel my back arch
And the shivers on my skin.

My moans are softer,
But even more desperate.
I beg for more tenderness.

Fast is physically good
For you, but gentle
Is emotional for me.