Hate
Simply, hate. Something so simple and yet so painful. What a pain.
I hate my mother. She's not even my mother, she's just my grandmother, but I still hate her. Or I don't hate her, I just don't like her.
It's my fault, I know, I know it is. Leave me alone, that's all I want, I don't want you to involve people anymore and say that it's It's my fault, I know, I know it is. Leave me alone, that's all I want. I don't want you to involve people anymore and say it's your fault when it's really me.
I was born. I grew up, and my past finally touched me, and look. I'm so close to dying. Not because of others. No. Because it's my only way out. Feel a little guilty and cry when I'm gone, it'll be easy.Understand my pain(?)
Just don't hurt him. Not him. He doesn't deserve it. It's my fault. It always was. It always will be. Just let my hate eat me alive and let me die alone. At least just for today.
🫂💞🫂 “You’re not lost. You’re just tired of playing a version of you that never felt real.” that means be honest to yourself take responsibilities don't do what others trying to manipulate you...use your critical thinking.
You didn’t come this far just to question your path now.
You’ve seen silence louder than applause.
Felt lonely in crowded rooms.
But still You chose to move, build, and believe.
And that? That’s the kind of strength no chart can measure.
“You don’t heal to forget. You heal so you can remember without breaking.”
“Don’t leave love behind just to protect your peace.
Choose peace that makes room for love to stay.”
~ aaryan🫂
