Most of my life,
I've hated myself.
~~
I've woken up each morning,
To look in the mirror.
And all I see,
Is his damned face.
~~
I try so hard,
To change myself.
So that I may have some bit of difference.
~~
I've wondered,
If I was even born with a soul of my own.
If it were ever pure.
If it were ever innocent.
~~
I've wanted to bleed out his half of blood in me,
But there's too much of a risk.
~~
I try my best,
To hide the tears.
To hide my pain.
~~
I know this will never fade away.
I'll always curse myself.
And curse him.
~~
His sins will haunt me for years.
And I'll always...
Hate him.
~~
~Summer Miller
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Poetry: Her Mind Revealed
PoetryThis is a series of Dark and Romantic poems I've written throughout the years.