I Hate Myself - Poem by Samuel Flockhart
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.
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