The Hate Inside Me

I hate life, I hate being a wife.
I hate love, I hate when things
come to push or shove.
I hate being sad, I hate being mad.
I hate the things I said, I hate the
lies I have been fed.
I hate my heart that is so
giving, I hate living.
I hate the taste of my tears,
I hate being alone all these years.
I hate the rain cause it reminds me
of all the tears from all the pain.
I hate being me, cause people only see
what they want to see, and they
never really see me.
I hate heartache, cause it
makes happiness hard to fake.
I hate hearts, cause they are
always broken, and never mended.
I hate life, I wish mine would have ended.