I hate the feeling

I hate the feeling when I'm sad,

And empty, but I don't really know why

The world drained me of all that I had,

Leaving me alone, without any help, to die.

You ask me what is wrong this time,

But I can't even begin to explain,

Perhaps for this awful world I'm

Too broken; oh, I'm complaining again.

Sometimes, they may not even ask,

Perchance I'm getting better at hiding

My pain I cover with a mask.

During that time, my thoughts are abiding.

It's like I need and miss someone

Who will never need or care about me,

But I've realised that everyone

Hates me. Regarding my death, they would agree.

The loneliness takes over me

And now, sadness is my only true friend,

Maybe I should set myself free,

Perhaps someday, I'll meet my bitter end.

I start hating myself. I want

To push people away from my sadness,

They must not know that my thoughts haunt

Me, leading me towards possible madness.

But, I also need someone to

Hug me and say it'll all be okay.

Instead, others' hatred accrues,

Despite the fact that I need someone to stay.

I simply hate that feeling,

The feeling when I don't even know

What the f**k I am dealing 

With, or why i hate myself so much though.