Hate

I hate my life I hate my life

I hate my life

I hate myself I hate myself

I hate the way I look

the way I act

the way I talk

the way I feel

the way I am

I hate everyone

I hate everything

I hate what I do

I hate what I don't do

I hate what I say what I eat

what I think

I hate what I've lost

and who I'm losing

I hate how I'm causing all this hate.

I'm so full of hate that there isn't much left

just hurt and sadness and worry and panic and shame

there's no room for anything else.

I'm all used up.