Hatred Of Self [Old Poem]
So utterly useless
Pathetic and weak
My mind ruthless
To me myself and I
Alone and stupid
A small piece of me wishing to die
With love and promises I am bound
Terrified and fearful
Tis the reason I stay around
For wishes to be better
Futile and small
Perhaps you’ll get my letter.
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