I hate this sadness
I hate this sorrow
I hate having nothing
To look forward to tomorrow
I hate my vulnerability
I hate being weak
I hate the nightmares
That accompany my sleep
I hate you
I hate me
I hate what I know
And I hate what I see
I hate the confusion
I hate the abuse
I hate the words
So carelessly used
I hate this feeling
Of being less than dirt
But most of all
I hate this hurt
