Poem -
Hatred
why do I hate myself?
Why do IÂ drown in my past sins,
and kill myself with my own spite?
Why can't I love myself?
I look in the mirror and want to die.
Slit my wrists and bleed out slowly.
Life ending like a lullabye.
Hush baby sleep now.Â
Don't be scared make mommy proud.
But mommy was smart, and mommy was a cheerleader.
And baby could never compete.
Baby grew up,
and baby was dumb.
baby wasn't pretty.
and baby was fat.
baby got a boyfriend, that mommy didn't like.
Now mommy's sad, and new daddy's mad.
So now baby wonders what's wrong with her.
And she hates herself.
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Comments
None of us can be sure if this poetic tirade is autobiographical or merely speculative, Alyssa.
Nothing or no one is worth taking our lives over.
I know this much; our sins needn't be forgiven by us. There is One more omnipotent and far more powerful than any human being ever thought to be who has generously taken that task upon His broad shoulders.
All we gotta do is ask.
Nice write—viscerally stirring.
~Dean Kuch
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this poem is about me
I thought so...
~Dean
I was depressed and suicidal for years