I hate myself for loving you,
for hurting you,
for wanting you,
for pushing you away.
I hate myself for causing so much pain,
so much worry,
and doubt.
I hate myself for whining,
and b****ing about life,
and cutting - though its hard to stop.
its like a drug,
its my vice - to be sure I'm alive.
I hate myself for being who I am.
the b**** - the s**t,
the one who can't handle pain,
the ugly duckling in a sea of swans,
the one who puts all her problems on others.
I hate myself for thinking about ending it...
my thoughts,
my pain,
my breath,
my heart.
I hate myself for being selfish,
I hate myself for loving you <3
