I hate myself
As I cry into a pillow
In the shower
On the phone
I hate myself
As I see what I have done
To you
To Us
To a Memory of things and Ideas that should have been.
I hate myself
When I look into the mirror and see a broken man
With no future
With no goals
No Aspirations.
No Direction.
I hate myself
This Loathing and self-deprecation should be torture enough
But it’s not.
It will never be enough because of my actions.
My Thoughts
My words.
You are my everything.
And I hate myself.