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Right now I hate myself.
I wish that I could cry.
Everything that happens to me
gets stuck deep inside and
the only thing I can do
is try to hide away from life.
Im missing the energy that keeps
me moving on, and keeps me alive.
So tired, but sleep never comes
to force me to shut my eyes.
Lost in the end of time,
wondering around, seeing the bodies
of those that were there before I.
So many frustrations stuck in my head,
no way to let it out, and
no one to help me find
a way to release what is
slowly killing my mind.
Everyone once in a while I
wish that I could die, but
I dont because of the things
that make my life seem fine.
I wish that I could cry.
Everything that happens to me
gets stuck deep inside and
the only thing I can do
is try to hide away from life.
Im missing the energy that keeps
me moving on, and keeps me alive.
So tired, but sleep never comes
to force me to shut my eyes.
Lost in the end of time,
wondering around, seeing the bodies
of those that were there before I.
So many frustrations stuck in my head,
no way to let it out, and
no one to help me find
a way to release what is
slowly killing my mind.
Everyone once in a while I
wish that I could die, but
I dont because of the things
that make my life seem fine.
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Suicide.
I'm on my hands,
I'm on my knees.
You've got me begging,
Begging, please.
Please don't go;
Don't leave me here.
Just hold me close,
Don't hold her near.
You were my life;
My world;
My spark.
Now on my heart
You've left a mark.
It's a large mark;
A break, you see,
That's slowly dominating
All of me.
So now you walk;
You walk away.
Not knowing that
I will die today.
Literature
I Hate Myself
I hate myself, for all that I've done.
I hate myself, for trying to live.
I hate myself for showing emotion.
I hate myself for attempting to love.
I hate myself with a burning passion.
I hate myself for all that I am.
I hate myself for crying my eyes out.
I hate myself for trying to stand.
I hate myself, nothing can change that.
I hate myself for not having died.
I hate myself for cutting the rope.
I hate myself, for the failed suicide.
I feel the grip of my own self-hatred.
I feel the cold, hard hand of God.
His grip is cruel, his humor worse.
He sent me from being happy, to this lonely rotting hearse.
I hate myself because o
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I dont like this poem to much, but i wrote it to get out what i was feeling a couple of days ago. it talks about how i hate things i have done, and how i hated myself while i writing this.
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