I hate these long days
And longer nights
I hate these out of place
Dead sights
I hate being physically tired
Because I’m emotionally sleep deprived

I hate having the chance to get help
But knowing it won’t change anything
Except people knowing more about me
I mean, why?
So it hurts more when the good comes to an end
Where a new end meets the old beginning?

I hate feeling the problems of living
Without feeling alive
I hate playing this game of chess
Without knowing how the pieces move

I hate that it’s taken me so long to write
I hate how there’s no thought
And I just let the words drop
I hate these past 14 years of “Life experience”
Just to learn 15 more life lessons
Being thrown into 16 more problems I don’t know how to manage
Just to realize there’s 17 more days...