Hate.
One word that means everything to me.
It is my broken life
And the only thing I can see.
Everytime I cry,
It's not because I'm sad.
But because hate is in my black heart,
And the only thing I have.
I wish I could vanish, disappear,
Because my soul is ripped up...
Why should I continue to care?
I'm just screwed up,
Not asking for your aid.
I'm not asking you to try,
I just want this pain to fade.
I want it all to go away.
A contest entry
- Teenage by Lj-.
300 points, ended May 30, 2007, 37 entries
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Comments
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Dark, sad. I like how it seems so personal.
Thank you for entering,
Best of luck!
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What a sad write. I am sorry you feel this way. I can remember a time I felt like this. There is hope. Good luck in the contest!
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