I hate myself
every little thing
the voice in my head
often reminds me
I should be dead

I hate myself
every tiny detail
my body my face
everything I wish
I could easily replace

I hate myself
every thing I do
I talk too much
and think too much
and wish I could find you

I hate myself
every thought I think
I imagine images
of a happy version
of you and me

I hate myself
every word I say
The words that pour out
the way they are phrased
the words I shouldn't have said

I hate myself
every little thing
I wish someone cared
I wish someone could see
this invisible me

I hate myself
every small wish
I wish to die
I wish to sink
but I never do
bc I'm scared to go through

I hate myself
for being so weak
for not being able to fix
the broken thing that is me

The Queen was a humble woman
She was also a stubborn woman
Wanting to work in the fields
and her King could care less

The Queen sat at her simple table
her King refused to bear
the cost of her living
and the livelihood of her children

The Queen slept alone
in a stone cold bed
She cried when things got hard
and she prayed diligently for the best

The Queen was loved
Her children stayed by her side
and helped where they could

But sometimes children are selfish
sometimes children are stubborn too
Sometimes they loved her too little
and that made her blue

The Queen was a poor woman
who loved the wrong man
Cast aside and forgotten
She lived in poverty and strife

You are so confined
by what you want them to think of you
So caught
in the invisible web they've spun
That you don't realize you're hurting people
You're hurting  souls
Just to prove that they should accept you

You are so consumed
by your quest to be better than the rest
that you don't see it
You don't see that you're forcing a  wedge
in between yourself and the person that supported you

And that person is drowning
in thoughts
in words
in blood
but you don't even notice
You don't even blink an eye
as your daughter drowns
right in front of you