Hatred
I have a lot of hatred in me
I have a lot of anger built up inside from all of the times I've been
Lied to
Hurt
Cheated on by those I hold dearly
It seems that looking to myself doesn't help the fact that I'm not going to figure this
Out
I hate.
I Hate that no one sees things the way they want to see it
I Hate the way I'm supposed to be different, but can only do that
After I Conform to the whims of the society
I Hate that the only female I ever loved has to be the one who enjoys runing around
With Other Men
I Hate the fact that breathing seems like a chore now and I
Just want to feel the true freedom of death
.....
But I Hate the fact that I can't
That I won't
That giving up is a fear of those who seemingly don't fear the unknown
I Hate Life, but I Hate hating
And I can't stop