I hate myself
I hate my thighs
My arms
My hair
My stomach
The way I walk
Run
And Talk
I hate it
I don't like anything about me
I don't like my writing
I hate my art
And I hate the things enjoy
I'm ashamed of them
And I learned I should hate them
I hate the way I am
I don't think there is one good thing about me
I can't look in the mirror for too long
I can't
I hate how round my face is
How I have bags under my eyes
I hate how I'm up all night crying myself to sleep
And yet I still can't sleep
It's just me and my hateful thoughts
I hate how I can eat myself alive
I hate how I'm okay with it
I hate myself