Hate Is My Friend
When one isn’t loved
Hate begins to dwell,
It starts deep within
And then it begins to swell.
But I must be strong
For hate isn’t weak,
It will push against my insides
And at my heart it will begin to eat.
I will start to grow bitter
My words will grow harsh,
My appetite for love would wither
Like a lone flower in a murky marsh.
I would be doomed to roam the earth
In a hypnotic daze,
Only to answer those
With wicked and evil ways.
Meaningless is my life now
For I have no love,
Why should I carry on?
Haven’t I had enough?
It seems to me
That I shouldn’t even try,
For no matter what I say or do
No matter if I cry,
I will always be wrong,
Or stupid and careless,
And that is why to you readers
I share this.
For love is my enemy
And until my dying end,
Love will always be my enemy
And hate will be my friend.
Copyright © Rebekah Shipp | Year Posted 2007
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