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Hate, Lies, and an Endless Cycle

I hate myself,

I hate myself so much,

my venom suffocates the love.

The detest wraps itself around everything beautiful,

the disdain twines itself around the truth,

growing thorns and threatening to spew lies.

I cut myself to release the beautiful red roses,

only to find that they never blossom,

leaving ugly scars and rot in a dried petals wake.

Lies wrap around my brain,

surging out through my eyes,

collecting as droplets down warm skin.

The lies promise me what I believe I deserve,

feeding the innermost hate.

A forever cycle,

repeating over and over,

lies turn to hate turn to lies,

a never-ending continuum.

My own mind pities others' attempts to show love,

believing it's really just polite rejection.

Perhaps just another lie, more hate,

to continue this rotten blossom's cycle.