Hating myself

I hate myself
It's as simple as that.
I hate what I have become.
It's still hard to believe,
that I gave in...
To this darkness.
I hate it.

I hate myself.
I hate hating myself.
I didn't ask for this--
becoming a descendant of Darkness
This is what I was afraid of.
I don't know why I gave in.
Yet I did.

It is truly pathetic I know.
I have dug myself into a trench,
so deep.
That I don't think,
that I will be able
to get myself out.
I hate myself.
And I don't know how to stop.

*this poem sucks...i guess to truly get it, you would have to see the picture i drew...i wrote the poem around the picture...although both are pretty autobiographical, and both suck. I drew the picture, intending for a guy...and it turned into a girl...it looks better, but it wasn't what i wanted. Nothing i do, ever turns out the way I intended.*