I Hate

Because I grew up in a very racist household.
Because I never learned how to not.
Because I was never taught to love me for me.
Because I never want anyone to feel alone.
Because I grew up without love.
Because I never learned any better.
Because I never wanted to disappoint anyone.
Because I wasn't allowed to live my childhood.
Because he didn't wait for me to answer.
Because no one understands what's inside my head.
Because they all picked on me.
Because I was the smart kid.
Because I started slacking off.
Because I don't know what's wrong with me.
Because I want something more.
Because I never learned to love.
Because nicotine and hunger pains aren't enough for me.
Because the throbbing in my head doesn't ever stop.
Because I'm not an A+ student.
Because I was always bruised.
Because I want to feel alive.
Because I had no one to tell.
Because I have no one to trust.
Because I can't sleep.
Because I hurt myself.
Because I'm not pretty.
Because I'm not good at anything.
Because he took advantage of me.
Because he stole my innocence.
Because I want to know.
Because I was disowned.
Because I'm anxious.
Because I'm mean.
Because I'm jealous.
Because he never loved me.
Because this isn't my storybook ending.
Because I want a better life.
Because I'm hurting.
Because I'm scared.
Because I miss you.
Because of you.
Because you hate.
Because I gave up.
Because I can't stand it.
Because I'm bleeding.
Because I miss home.
Because I feel alone.
Because I feel empty inside.
Because I'm not weightless.
Because all the fun people are in Hell.
Because he beat me.
Because you betrayed me.
Because I want to.
Because I need to.
Because I do.