I Hate Me
I bash myself
'Till I am sore.
'Till I don't want 'a
be me no more.
I insult myself
Until I cry.
It makes me sad.
I want to die.
I'm so confused,
I don't know why.
That also makes
me sad and cry.
When I awake,
I want to get up,
But then I find
It's just too tough.
Someone help me,
Help me PLEASE.
I only need a hand to squeeze!
~Written in 2001, when I was twelve~
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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