This coma

Today I saw nothing but a blank page my life offered,

Filled with bits and pieces of a dot small enough to make death seem like a holiday,

Trying to escape from these ghosts that haunt me,

In this coma I will build my home,

I catch myself glancing each time I sleep

At a human filthy of the stains only a happy life offers,

Life filled with flaky smiles and fading sun-shines,

Life with never ending failures and self doubt,

In this coma I loose sanity faster than water from a well,

I see nothing but darkness in this new place I now call home,
I feel no emotions but small pleasures of being away from the scary world I belong,
Destiny does indeed favor those who are outcasts of the "greener grassed world",
This coma that defines me unwillingly
This coma...

Hate me

Hate me,

For the very reason you loved me at first,

For the day the night took over,

For the atmosphere made of no breathable air,

Hate me,

For the friends I keep dearly hidden

The love you show so bluntly

Giving senseless thoughts to my whole,

For the beating in a heart that knew tenderness and care,

Hate me,

For this clone of a human being you made out of me,

For the endless tortures my soul could bare long enough,

Long enough to know where your love really lies,

Hate me,

Hate me the way I adore hating you,

The morning you ripped out my heart

As he took on what was his and left through the shattered windows,

For making me sick with every picture a memory awakened,

I hate the hate of thought of whatever little love I had of you,

The stain my body will know forever, the stranger I let in my very house!