Self Hate

                  They say eyes are the windows to the soul. 

            Well,if you looked in my eyes,would you see this anguish; 

                          This torment of my soul? 

                    The burden I carry is breaking my back. 

                     This burden of incredible self-hatered. 

                          I'm ashamed of who I am.. 

                    Of what I see when I look in the mirror; 

                                  Fat girl. 

                                  Ugly girl. 

                     What can ease this aching of my soul? 

                              Staring at myself.. 

                             Hating what I see.. 

                                Self hatered's 

                  Black fingers come and grip me in it's palm. 

                               Squeezing me; 

                  Sucking the very last breath out of my body. 

                                   Dead.