The burning
hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
the burning
hate that you despise,
the
hate.
You
hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,
you can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You
hate the pent up anger
that you release into the world to handle,
but you don't care,
but deep down under the
hate, you do.
You
hate the sadness,
almost.
You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.
You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You
hate the confusion,
the haze you live behind,
your mind,
a prison.
Every night
you dread the next day,
and what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
but hardly does it help.
The headache, stomachache, muscle aches,
pain to the bone.
Pain,
inside and out,
merciless, unforgiving,
indescribable.
You forget what it'
s like to
smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
be what you used to be.
And what you hate the most
is the stress,
the hair yanking,
indescribable stress