• Tears won't come, to hate-filled eyes...
    I look in the mirror, and stare with despise...
    I'm torn between to paths, and they are both marked 'right'...
    I can't think in the day, I stay up all night...

    I have hurt someone I love, and become someone I hate...
    I can't decide between right and wrong, I can't think straight...
    I am so stressed out, and confused inside...
    I feel as if I have crawled into a hole and died...

    This poem is short, because I don't feel much...
    I hate myself now, and will continue living as such...
    Live as a monster... in this world of despair..
    Live as myself... when I'm not even there...