Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Hate

I hate you
I hate my feelings
I hate it all

Why won't this incessant rage stop?
Why won't this pain fade?
Why can't I stop being the fool that I am?

Constantly tormented
Constantly tossed around
Constantly pushed between indecisiveness

Leave me be
Just go away
What I need, is time 
and lots of love

1 comment:

William Shakespeare said...

love is still most precious in itself