I wanted to tell you
That you had hurt me.
But I think
You already knew.

You praise me like you’re preaching gospel and I’m terrified that someday you’ll convert to another religion.

Dead inside. I feel nothing
Nothing but self loathing
My heart is ice cold
I watch the darkness unfold
My soul is dead
Emptiness is my daily bread
Happiness is a distant thought
My hatred is self taught
I despise life
Slit my throat with a knife
And I will feel pain no more
I have nothing to live for
I am dead inside
No where left to hide
I am dead inside

How do your
nothing's
mean everything
to me?

I can't breathe.
I cannot believe.
Youll never say love,
I'm impossible to please,

I've never fallen in love
... forgive me,
I don't understand.

I don’t hate.
I try not to anyways.
I try not to hate people.
I try not to hate their flaws.

We are all imperfect, right?
We can’t help our mistakes.
We try.
We fail.

But

I don’t like when you tell me what I am.
I don’t like when you assume what I think.
I don’t like when you try to put out my flame.
I don’t like when you tell me I’m wrong because you want to be right.

I try really hard not to hate.
But sometimes,
you make it very hard.