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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 MemberSometimes 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