Treasure Island

Samuel Flockhart

(26.06.1990)

I Hate Myself


How can one be warm alone?
Heart of Fire, turned to stone
The song is unsung,
And the dream is undone
I feel my light leave me

How blind you must be not to see what They see
In bed at night, she isn't thinking of me
I deceive myself with happy illusions
I feel my hope betray me

How I wish that i could be someone else
Stronger, and fairer and just not myself
How i wish for that kiss that will bring summer bliss
How i long for the warmth and the comfort I miss
I can feel my hatred consuming me
I hate myself.

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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  • Unwritten Soul (10/26/2013 10:31:00 PM)

    Why hate yourself, supposedly if there is no one who loves you anymore, dont let yourself doing the same
    because love yourself is more important to see what life is need to be, you are the trunk of a tree
    once you be strong, branches of love will come and many birds also will come..
    love yourself dont hate what just left...you are the one to stand when no one is around! _Soul (Report) Reply

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