Best Husbandhate Poems
Why cant I do anything right?
Why do I always cause the fights?
Why do I make him hate me?
Why do I always hurt him?
I don’t wan to screw things up
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want him to hate me
I don’t want to hurt him
I always mess things up
When things are going great
I always mess things up
No matter what I try not too,
But I always screw things up
My life is wasted
All I do is hurt
Nobody loves me anymore
They only hate now
I can’t go on like this
I need to run
I need to hide
I need to fall…
Fall so that nobody sees me…
Fall so that nobody misses me….
Just fall off the face of the earth…
I’m sure nobody would notice
That’s not what I want
I want to live
I want to have a life
I want to have that with him
I want to be his wife
I want to move away
Taking him and his children
Take them all away from this mess that we call “home”
I want to move away
So that we don’t have to worry anymore
So we don’t have people stalking us
I love him more that life itself
I miss him when he’s gone
I hate the thought of losing him
It would kill me if it came true
I can not live without him
Not after all this time
I wish to make it through this
Just like all the other times
We’ve been through things way worse than this
Can’t we just have one more try?
I need you in my life, Chad
Or I will be no more.
The sweetest of the sad
Lays awake wondering
Where she went wrong.
The Hate that lies beside her
She couldn't help but love.
She had to get away
Yet she couldn't leave her soul behind
She loved the Hate so much
Where did I go wrong?
She thought as a little of her drifted away slowly with every second
Her heart broke with every glance, every memory
Every lost chance she had to escape.
She held on, believing it would get better
Believing it would change....
But crystal tears cling to her face
As death's call rings upon her phone
The voice of an angel could be heard
Sending her the message to change all
She knew this could be the end or the beginning
The chance to be reborn, or the chance to be killed
The phone goes dead, as the sirens become alive
This was her choice
Her God given power to save these lives
Finally, she had the power
The determination
But alas the fear ravaged her
Could she finally allow the peace to flow
Or would the Hate win once more?