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	Reflections at Midnight
	Reflections at Midnight

	This isn't a poem.
	This isn't a poem.


I feel like a whore. I am a virgin....but I do not want to be. I want to be free. And it is all so terrible...these feelings. I hate life, I hate myself, I hate school, my parents, my house, my pets, and I hate some of my friends. What is this, hatred taking over? I often wonder. Is it really hate? Or is it jealousy, that my friends can be the center of attention from a man, and I am absolutely nothing. I don't feel hate. I don't feel jealous. I don't feel anything anymore. I feel dead. I do not exist. And one day. I think I might kill myself. I hate today. And I hated yesterday. I will crawl into my bed tonight. I will close my eyes. But I will not hate my dream. My dreams are my escape...my get away from reality. But I will hate tomorrow. And I will wish it never came. This is me today. I wish it wasn't. I need a vacation. I need to be free. These thoughts. Where do they come from? I'm not high. I'm not drunk. These thoughts are not me. shans · Tue Nov 13, 2007 @ 03:53am · 0 Comments


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