Hatred Breeds Remorse

I wrote this at a time in my life where I was really upset and depressed.

Hatred brings my soul to this point,
And death becomes my last resort.
I’m tired of everything. I hate you! I do!
All I feel is hate when I look at you.
I can’t show you truth, I have to lie.
When I’m near you I force myself not to cry.
When I’m alone, the tears drip like blood.
And everything in me screams, “I’ve had enough!”
I cannot love you. I’ve tried but I can’t.
But I don’t expect you to understand.
I want to get away from you. I want to leave.
My lungs have collapsed, and I can’t breathe.
Someone is stabbing me right in the soul.
I hate this feeling! Just, please, let me go.
I want to die if I can’t break free.
I cannot love you. I can’t even love me.