I Hate

Each day I begin to hate myself
a little more and more.
I've learned to avoid mirrors
and keep my gaze on the floor.

I hate the way I cry at night
as if there's something wrong with me.
I hate the way I cut my arms,
like it will set me free.

I hate the way I am always depressed,
like I'm the only one.
I hate the way I keep him on my mind
on this one guy, I'm spun.

I hate the way I bleed profusely,
the crimson flow steady.
I hate the way I expect my death,
I will always be ready.

I hate the way I avoid confrontation
and keep to myself.
I hate the way I'm losing my friends
because they're concerned of my health.

I hate the way I never eat
as if I'm even fat.
I hate the way I make people feel
like I'm better than that.

I hate the way I just want to die
like it wouldn't hurt anyone.
I hate the way I hide out in my room
never getting in contact with the sun.

I hate the way I get mad so easy
as if anyone did anything wrong
I hate the way I live my life
like it\'s a very sad song.

I hate the way I write,
like I'm even good at it
I hate the way I pretend to be what I\'m not
damn, I'm a hypocrite.

I hate the way I walk,
as if anyone's judging me
I hate the way I hate everyone else
why can't they let me be?

I hate the way I exist
my life has no point.
I hate the way I hate myself,
like I'm even all that important...