Hate

Sometimes I just want to shout at the world and tell it to go fuck itself.

Othertimes all I want is to be heard without actually saying anything.

I can deal with the pain but not with the rage that comes hand in hand with it.

I hate the aching feeling of having to break something, be it the wall or my hand on it.

I hate the way I hate everyone I love when I’m feeling like this.

I can’t stand the fact that I hurt people with my ways.

I don’t mind being the one who cares more, but I hate that I’m such a coward.

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