I used to hate me.

In those days I saw no reason to get up,
Sometimes I even begged my heart to stop.
No one likes me, were things I used to say.
Sometimes I'd ask God if he would please take me away.

I used to avoid the mirror in the hall,
My eyes were often troubled and my heart became a wall.
When alone I cried, trying to make myself see,
What it was that I was doing to me.

By admitting it I finally became free,
Yes, I used to hate me.