I Hate Everything

Its Raskolnikov

I hate everything, 

Everyone who's ever came has left,

Anyone who ever cared left me in the dry air,

I hate everything everywhere,


I hate the way I smile,

And I hate even more the life which I've defiled,

Mostly I've failed my trials,

Rumors, they flew,

I feel like I'm through,

How much pain have I given to you?


Everything to me is defined incorrectly,

I have to die, cause I've killed myself indirectly,

Could I have lived my life?

Maybe I shouldn't try to die,

Maybe, but someone please tell me why,


"Come here, my life, my love," she said,

"Try to make it through the night,

And know that you are not dead,

I swear to you we can still make our flight,

Let me hold you in comfort tonight,

We can show the world how to love, just promise to try,

Come here, my love, my life, my light,

We can make it through the night,"


Maybe I don't have to die, 

But I'm still so hurt from what my life lacks,

With your help I could be more relaxed,

Could you be more exact?

Show me how I should react.

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2018 13:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: A two month-or-so old poem.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 30
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  • chaaz

    this is so painfully beautiful

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