I might cut to bleed or burn to bruise, but no one hates me more than you.
I might bite my tongue or hold my breath till I'm blue, but no one hates me more than you
I might have buried a girl at 11 years old, someone whose story will never be told. murdered her because that's what I had to do. but no one hates me more than you.
i might have cut my hair or changed my name, told myself I wasn't playing your little game, and still no matter what i do, no one hates me more than you.
and when I'm dead and in my grave no more breath for you to take you will still find some part of me that you can use. cause no one hates me more than you.
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A poem of great sadness and feelings of being hated and despised. Powerful but hurtful.
This made me tear up. The relatability is on a different plane. I can't begin to describe how it made me feel the pain that it evokes.
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