the more i dream the less i live.
i am opposite of what i wish,
and only beyond that door right there am i safe,
away from your comfortable,
unknowing glare.
why am i like this?
suddenly my fingers have gone numb,
numb like they wish to write these words
no matter what.
"what?" and my mouth responds,
i am running in automatic.
i hate most of you for reasons none of us can even
begin to understand.
i hate myself for reasons that, well, i pretend to understand too well.
you probably understand them better.
because you're better.
and i love you all -
don't get me wrong.
just-
no-
it all falls apart.
why am i like this?
1 comment:
If you love us all, I hope you love yourself too.
Work on your hate, because it's probably not a good thing.
It's good being honest.
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