Hating

I'm hating the bruises you left me.
I'm hating the blood you leave me.
I just wish you would kill me.
I hate the way you make people look at me.
I feel different,weird,not normal.
I try to convince you to give me one more chance.
But, you didn't listen to me.
Oh! you did kill me.
With your hate and torment.
It just might be your demons again.