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Hate Myself Poems - Poems about Hate Myself


2 B Loved Hate Myself In the Morning Doing the Walk of Shame
2 Be, Is not be loved In state of bare undressed Neither is a cuddle Nor soiled underwear opon bedroom flooring After sexual contact after the fact If all that's left is circumspect Just luke warm hot release subsidies ever so quickly Needed to be mopped up Following by the walk of shame Then what's the point Of going through all that will In the end Will...

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Categories: hate myself, slam,
Form: Free verse
Hate Myself
infront of the mirror i see a man tangled in his own stupidity a man who's mind lacks necessities in developing stabilty confused, he blankly gazes for days on end waiting for a sign to prove that he's not dead after a lengthy period of reflection and solitude he becomes aware of the cracks he's falling through he measures the depth...

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Categories: hate myself, conflict, depression,
Form: I do not know?



Why Hate Myself
I don't have the same stamina as a young man, some girls look away and others say, " Sir! " Is that because I am aging and losing my hair; lately I've been wearing a cap, but they still grin! Is Rogain the solution and the end to my frustration? Will it be worthwhile to grow a full head...

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Categories: hate myself, age, girl, journey, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Sometimes I Just Hate Myself
Standing in an open field the sun burned deep through my forehead mesmerized by the arrow in mychestand the bullet in my back--motionless quivers a numbed spine paused my heart in a rapture of devious contempt from a long distance voice of panic depression while lying with a rose petal of thornless infinity---the bearer of this booklet trapped in a Zodiac...

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Categories: hate myself, absence, anger, angst, conflict,
Form: Free verse
I Hate Myself
His heart was black, but I didn't know. I needed him, but he said no. Everything I ever was was stolen by his addictive drug. I gave him my love and more with a cost. I'll never get back all I've lost. I begged him to stay and love me back, but what I got in return was worse than a...

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Categories: hate myself, depressionme, heart, hate, hate,
Form: I do not know?



I Hate Myself
I hate myself for letting me go, To the extent of hurting myself. I hate myself for setting me up, For a fall which was bound to happen. I hate myself for giving what I had, And expecting to want anything in return. I hate myself for bringing me to this place, I vowed I would never let me go....

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Categories: hate myself, introspection, life, loss, me,
Form: Free verse
Sometimes I Hate Myself
she hides with in herself a mystery to everyone not letting her guard down afraid of embarrassment afraid of too much she hides her face hides her smile hides everything earphones always in her ears I don't know why she loves to block out the world I don't know why shes so afraid I don't know why shes so ashamed shes in a new place with new people and...

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Categories: hate myself, life
Form: Free verse
I Hate Myself
I hate myself for being me When all I cause is misery When love changes into enemy I am left feeling alone and empty I hate myself for what I sometimes do And what I seem to put others through I always try to keep my soul true But you never see what comes out of the blue I hate myself for letting...

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Categories: hate myself, angsthate, hate, love,
Form: Verse
I Hate Myself
I write it down in pen as permanent as a scar I scribble it out more and more as if the more ink I lay on top of the burning wound the less true the words become I write it down the words scream at me echoing in my brain unearthing every truth I buried within the coffins of dead thoughts are finally opened the ghosts of past...

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Categories: hate myself, lifewords, write, write,
Form: Free verse
Right Now I Really Hate Myself
Right now I really hate myself, for the things, this past summer I've done. And the pain I caused my beautiful wife, my daughter, and my son. Six months or so have passed, and oh so many tears I've cried. I sometimes wish that in that room, I would have just up and died. Now...

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Categories: hate myself, depression, introspection, life, sadchristmas,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things