When hate became my friend.

February 18, 2011
By Anonymous

I sunk into darkness.
Drowned in a self-loathing weep.
Bones screaming to break away from the prison that holds them.
Rib cages, holding my lungs from escaping. But can never hold my heart from hating.
Escaping through the gaps, flowing through my body.
But never reaching my lips.
It doesn't spew, but drips from them.
Freezing the very ground I walk on.
Where I slide,slip and fall.
Pain goes through my nerves.
Hate though my veins.
Colder than liquid nitrogen.
I'm frozen inside.
When I fall, I never brake.
Always waking at mid-day.
Only walking through the rain.
I dare not sneeze, hate would fly.
I dare not cough, a flower would die.
My lullaby has come to an end.
That's what happened when hate became my friend.


The author's comments:
I always have bad valentine's days. Not a good one to mark. I forgot the feeling of sadness and being alone. I know remember, where I came from. I don't know if its good or bad. It boosts my writting, but put me in a.... Mood.

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