Self Loathe Me

Self Loathe Me

A Poem by unspokenguilt
"

err...yeah

"

Here we go again

dense in our decisions

unaware of the impact

or

just to screwed to care

hypocritical

convinced your only harming yourself

sure but not

in the trance of self hatred

stubborn

and

cruel

what good are you alive?

well, what good are you dead?

when you hurt yourself

you hurt others

in the game of twisted fate

you prove to be the fool

simply put

you are the tool

of

self loathing

© 2009 unspokenguilt


Author's Note

unspokenguilt
uhh grrruh

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I like this.
The lines "what good are you alive/well, what good are you dead?" are very poignant.
Very well expressed.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on October 27, 2008
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