I Hate Myself

"Misery

Will you comfort me

in my time of need, 

Would you understand?"

My heart pumps this venom, 

poison in my arms, 

black and oily- 

the paint you don't want. 

Pupils ghosted wide and dangerous, 

phantomning me in the morning. 

It's so far away, 

regular, normal comfort, 

benign sunbathing and 

pouring myself over the bed. 

I cracked in the wrong place. 

The speed of light 

finally caught up to me, 

biting at my heels and 

scraping my collarbones.

Dopelessly depressed and 

nothing worth conjuring. 

I can't live on the edge anymore 

and my heart breaks for it.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

You express your emotions really well. This poem is filled with strong emotions effectively expressed in words.

[Nicholas Shea]

Hauntingly relatable, and beautiful in the darkest way. I enjoyed your word choice