Hate

There's so much hate in the world,

But only because there's so much hate in me.

There's so much love in the world,

But only because there's so much love in me.

 

So when I cut my wrists

Then press to them a kiss,

I show the kinds of things

The world's hypocrissy brings.

 

I hate me, then love me.

It's a never ending cycle.

I'll hurt myself, then I'll love myself,

Then I'll hate myself for what I did.

 

Hate.

Sorrow.

Love.

Hate.

 

Then back around again.

Why Is The Heart Heavy? ►

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