The Regretence

This was a poem I wrote when I hated myself...
Cause I’m sorry, for all the things I’ve done,
Cause I’m sorry, and I wish you could see,
Cause I’m sorry, I just want to have fun,
The only thing I ask of you, is to hate me.

I hate myself, I wish I was anyone but me,
I hate myself, I am tired enough to kill
I hate myself, I am dead so let me be,
The only thing I ask of you, is to hate me

Kill me now, I am not worth living
Kill me now, I wish never to see,
Kill me now, never to be breathing,
The only thing I ask of you, is to hate me

But you are beautiful
Please never talk to me again
Malice, utter weakness, no self-control
The only thing I ask of you, is to hate me

By Jean Pierre Bonswagon
Published: 11/20/2005 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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