I hate
I hate my self being in the Darkness;
Yeah, it’s not me but the Circumstances.
I hate Telling, I’m Sad;
Yeah It’s me, Sincd my life is Harshness.
I hate Crying for the one;
I don’t Exist for them, But They are for me.
I hate while hiding my self,
I can’t Stay as Everything is Painfull.
Why Can’t I resist myself?
I could do in the back days, but these Emotions Crave my Tears
I hate Writing this Pain too;
But Wether I can Cry or Try to write my expression.
I hate Expressing in Front people;
Even on the Page, Hiding so many expressions.
I hate even my Anger too;
I could Try to Be away, but my Scars was Cursing my Mind.
I hate being Attached having Trust issues;
I hate What is Love, but Unaware to detach.
I hate everything sometimes;
Being on the Path, Unexpected was the past.
~ Relax