Hate Myself
Day to day I go by
Hating myself
Hating like I ever so hate our sick demented world
But lately...
I've met someone
Someone who cares
Cares with nothing required in return
She tells me I am worth something
Which I never myself believed
I hate myself
But I can't help but see a little light in my dark soul
Light in which could change
Change the way I see myself
If only I had something to guide me
Something like a navigator to loving myself
My dark and ever so twisted self
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