Hate In Place

As I grow in this place, my hate follows. The people around me begin to be disgusted by my existence. The feelings I have, murdered by their hatred. I am lost, wanting to disappear. Everyday I wish I am dead, but time showed me it’s too late for it now. My hope for death is for those who hate my presence wishing to relieve me from my pain.

In the beginning we were well. Emptiness covered my heart, ignoring every thoughts carried forth by feelings. The fault is my own for I attached myself to others who judge according to their own senses. The peace I desired was torn by my own mistakes and so I was condemned to accept the pain and suffering in order for me to understand my own flaws

Their eyes showed me nothing, smiles hiding lies. Here, I slowly hide myself, away from all. In the dark I pray for nothingness to consume. My heart I hate, may it be ripped from my soul. My mind I hate, may it be taken from my body.

At last, I understand. All who abhorred me, I will not care. Your thoughts are your own, having no relation with me. Say what you want, I’ll make myself deaf. A life born to be ridiculed, satisfying the joy of torment. I will not care for I am here living by my own will. Oppression from worthless beings, I will kill to gain freedom. My lust for survival is dying of hunger, not knowing where to feed.

I am my own demon, corrupting my own thoughts. I am my own angel, carrying my soul to eternal life. The world is an empty field for me to linger, nothing more.