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
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?