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I know you’ll never love me
for what I have become.

So hate me for who I was.

Hate me
for every hurtful word I’ve said,
for every hand I’ve raised,
for everything I did and didn’t do.

All I wanted was to be happy,
but you took it away from me.

All I ever do is search and
pursue every man
because you never loved me
or maybe because
I never loved myself.

How you doubted the lie
I turned into,
but here I am,
in all my ugliness
and you don’t see me.

You ask,
“How did you do this to me?”
I reply,
“I did nothing to you.
I did it to me.”

Don’t you see what I’ve done
is to hurt myself,
not you?

I hurt myself because
you can’t help me,
no matter how hard you try.

My disease is beyond this place.
I need some divine intervention.

Just pray that I’ll be okay
and walk away.