Hate 

Hate 

I hate you, and I hate being alive. I hate that you make me hate being alive. I hate everything about you. I hate how you make me feel. I hate that you are gone. I hate your smile. I hate your friends. I hate that I can not make you happy anymore. I hate your front of disinterest. I hate your reserved demeanor. I hate that I am not over you. I hate your happiness. I hate that I doubt that you are really happy but will never ask. I hate that it has been a month without speaking. I hate being weak. I hate you for making me feel weak. FUCK YOU. 

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Predator

Predator

I feel as though I’ve been taken victim to a predator I cannot see. My predator is not one I can see. My predator is not one I can touch. My predator is not one I can hear. However, the predator sees, touches, and hears me. On the darkest days, he sings his nefarious tunes in my ears. He clouds my vision with insecurity. He turns my warm heart to stone. On some lighter days, he leaves me be. However, I never doubt that he will return for his prey.

Monsoon on My Day

Monsoon on My Day

Why must life be so difficult? On the most beautiful day, my heart aches. The sun is shining and I am the dark cloud. I feel as though I am trapped in the torrential downpour of life and I forgot my umbrella at home. The monsoon has come, and it has won. It has soaked me and flooded my days. After the monsoon leaves, the rain is still in my shoes. The rain still soaks my skin. The rain never truly dries up. It used to only rain some days. Now, it’s flooding every day. I’m drowning but fail to truly sink.