98. Shawna L.
Self-hatred
God�s can't save the weak,
Pity couldn�t save your soul.
Nor any sign of recovery,
To fill this deepened hole.
From my heart,
Pulling everything from within.
I felt my death,
Even before life could begin.
Through the cracking of my voice,
To the emptiness in my eyes.
It�s so hard to see what�s left,
Amongst all the lies.
And all this hate I feel,
Drapes itself within you.
Whenever you touch me,
The guilt I suffer through.
I hate myself,
For what I am to be.
I wish I could just disappear,
And hide all the troubles of me.
I lie so well,
To everything that tries to understand.
I don�t want any help,
This is what I am.
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