this sounds like addiction...wanting it but hating it and then hating oneself because of it....the highs and the lows never lead to a steady ground or balance...sometimes a break is needed to think (relationships can become destructive addictions)
hate is not the first step towards hell, not by far :). cowardice is, on the other hand - the fear of facing your own inner throes - and you are no coward as i see in this poem :). the feeling is very well rendered, the strength of it, the confusion. you don't hate anyone, especially yourself - you just don't see a way out of your current situation. time, however, is a brilliant healer, believe me or not. and i'm sure there will be a continuation to this "hate" at the other pole of human passion - love :).
My name is Aysha. I struggle with depression and a bad case of anxiety. I'm sure there are other mental issues somewhere in my head no one has bothered to diagnose me with. I used to write on here a l.. more..