Shame and Hate

Shame from the start. Shame is what is tearing me apart. Rituals and dreams is what set me unclean Realization in terms were lost in between. Hate for what I can not compensate Hate for the desires which I can not relate. Still inside I can ignore The simple fact that these emotions I adore. Invisible writing all around Struggling to go on with thoughts unfound. Let me bleed from all these letters Let one of them tell me my life could be better. Sad and hopeless all around It's not a bother I am profound. Vivid thoughts and strong delusions Devious mixtures without conclusions. Can you relate to the shame and hate? Or can you admit for me its too late?