Self Hate

A poem I wrote when I was still hurting, I'm not broken anymore so I have nothing to hide.

Kill yourself, you're worthless

Burn in Hell you hot mess

End your life you depressed b***h

No reason to fight, no right, no purpose

Cursed s**t, you think a little bit of pain thinks you know it, are you insane?

If you’re a real man then show it

If you can’t shut your trap and suck it up then you can blow it

Call yourself a pacifist, but your just a little a*s b***h who can’t defend his little sis

Kill yourself, you won’t be missed

If you cry again, you can kiss my fist

Your family’s dying slowly now, you cannot save them don’t know how

I can’t bear to see, I can’t allow, our world to be burned to the ground

I cannot hear I cannot see I cannot talk I cannot breath

I cannot believe I came so far I smelled the roses took my scars

I felled my foes I fell so far into the fire off the pan, my life is now your soul’s command, my very mind is in your hands

But I can’t even f*****g stand I demand to know what you did to my sister

I miss her

My mother gone her blood covers your hands

Where is my father?

The colour of red covers the other tints, hand prints on the concrete sheet I cannot speak I am too weak

Their rotting body’s buried in the sands of time

I cannot hear the silence over empty violence

Rhyming sublime crimes that never came to light, a rotten fire burning churning blight

I cannot see, the sickening sight

It’s all your fault it’s all your f*****g fault!

You are the only one to blame the very figment of your family’s shame

The world will come to know your name and they will do the very same

I cannot talk, put my head on the chopping block, pop it off, I’ve already lost

There is no fame, this is no game, you stole my family and now it’s plain to see

Everything you love is up in flames, how fun

Because of the f*****g little mental son

That broke his family from the world

Took their pride, inside this hole dead a lie I want to hurl

And even though they say you're strong you can’t help but say their wrong because you cannot sing your family songs

Because that time is over, that time is gone

I cannot breathe, can’t hold on

And when they ask me why I want to die and why my reflection I despise

I say I cannot live to just stay alive I stay here just to supervise my family

Until tears dry and I can say I do them right and I’m there by their side with arms wide

Fighting for them, living for their future

That’s the best I can do

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[sette]

i am glad that you are not broken anymore. Stay strong always

[wordman]

that`s the best any of us can do