I hate who I am. I hate what I’ve let them do me. I hate myself. I hate life. I hate him for breaking my heart. I hate him for making it all better. I hate him for making me love him more than anything in the world. I hate myself for listening to my heart. I hate my heart; it has done nothing but brought me pain. I hate God for making me so fucked up. I hate God for making me me. I hate who they are. I hate what they’ve done. I hate how I fall for the ones I’ll never have. I hate myself for not making it deeper. I hate myself for not seeing more blood. I hate myself for letting me become this. I hate myself for letting me fall for him. I hate myself for trusting him. I hate myself for not making it go away. I hate myself for taking a chance. I hate that I’ve lost all of me. I hate how bad I feel. I hate myself for letting me become so gone. I hate God for making me such a horrible person. I hate them for pretending like they care. I hate him for pretending like he cares. I hate him for looking at her. I hate him for lying too me. I hate me, but more than anything. I hate who’ve I become.