Me,Love,Hate

My nights become full of light,
As i stay awake till all hours of the morn,
Trying to please others with,
poetry from the heart

Yet, from the heart i can no longer,
write or feel,
My heart has withered, it has been torn,
Now there in it's place is a deep black hole.

I don't believe in love and life,
As i used to
I prefer to think of hate and death.
Constantly thinking and dreaming...
of ways to hurts myself.

But now I'm thinking to myself,
I must have a heart,
Due to it i am still alive

Every time i try to kill myself,
Or even think of it
I get overpowering thoughts of people close to me,
Well, screw my heart
I hate it.

Love is a horrible feeling,
So friggin' "cute & cuddly"
Love is over used
Over rated and pointless