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i hate the envy that seethes on my skin, billowing like black smoke,
poisoning the air with its cursed being.
i hate the wretched thoughts that rob my mind of solace,
the blind torturer that wishes to burn the world away.
i hate the dreamless visions that my heart conjures up,
the ones that give me hopes i do not deserve,
i hate my fingers, and how they fail me when i most need them
i hate my friends, for i am not worthy of them.
i hate my family, for i am not the one they see me as.
i sacrifice myself to hatred and misery,
i strip naked in front of jeering hands,
for in my exposure they lose their power
i am hate,
and i am something more.