The hate I have.
The hate that is talking over my life.
The insanity that is caused by the HATE I have towards the one man.
That one man that ruined my life [for good].
Never to be normal never to sane.
All the pain in side locked up in my brain.
The pain.
The HATE.
The Anguish.
To stop the pain the HATE the Anguish would be bliss.
The voices of the Hate, pain, anguish take over sometimes and my mind flies in to a maniac rage and I scream.
It’s a scream so loud.
Breaking the glass windows
yet no one comes.
No one cares.
The screams turn in to tears.
And the tears turn in to death.
Hoping that something better will come.
Anything would be better then this.

I Hate people. No one there.

[cries out with the sound of true pain and heart brake]
I S S O M E O N E T H E R E .
IF SO PLEASE ANSWER ME. PLEASE.

If only there was someone there.
Someone to talk too.
Someone that had no judgment of me yet knew me well.
Someone to understand. Someone to love me.
If only.

So I sit here with this hate bottled up inside Knowing at any moment that all the Hate, all the pain and all the anguish could erupt.
Like a volcano.
The malting lava as the hate... over powering the island (my sanity) slipping away.
Oh so fare away.
Never to return to my mind.
So I come to the connclusion that peace will never reach my mind.
Stop the denial.
Keep the pain.
Ignore the Hate.
Control the anguish.


I HATE.



There is nothing more i can say.