Hate is my life,
Everything I know,
Is hate.
Everything I feel,
Is pain.
I run on these,
These two feelings,
I have contradicted myself,
To the point of destruction.

My best friend,
is one that everyone shares,
Each unique,
Yet still the same.

Everyone feels these,
Atleast once in there life,
But for me it finds its way a lot,
No matter how hard I try it always does.
I have found bliss in one soul,
And yet it does only to sever it slightly,
But it finds its way back.

My pains are of such to what most feel,
Distrust by there parents,
You feel dismayed and outcasted.
Only to find it is subdued by there own stupidity,
Yet they are so far in they cannot change in time.

Pain and ill feelings towards ourselfs,
Makes us feels better,
Reminding us that we to am human,
Only to Resume more pain,
Day after day.
 
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