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I guess it's natural..
To hate.
Isn't that so?

Being on this planet more than 2000 years..
Time goes back even further of course..

I don't want you, to hate yourself.
I want there to be something in your life, that is precious to you. Something you won't let go of.

We're not perfect beings.

I know it's possible to love someone. And to think highly of them. But they aren't perfect.
Everyone has their own problems to deal with.

The mind can be a powerful thing.
Sometimes it can destroy you.
Hurt you.
Break you.

Who really knows, what's right or wrong.

I told myself I wouldn't hate me anymore.
That I could be better than the voice.
Yes, I do have one.

It comes out sometimes.
And I've resorted to self-harm to make it stop..

I write poems pretty much every day.

Most of them deal with dark topics.
Self-harm. Suicide..
Just dark things.

When I write a poem, I can see it happening.
So it's real to me.
Like, if I mention someone dying, it's real.
Or just anything..

I have friends. And people that I love.
And I am grateful for that. I always will be.

I know what it's like to be in pain.
To hurt.
And I know that I will continue to be hurt while I'm living.

I'm not perfect. Nowhere near it.

And I have hated myself.
On more then one occasion.

But I am still me.

And being me is hard.

Because I really don't know who I am.
I don't know what defines me as a person.

I feel sad sometimes.

Anyway..
I think I'll stop this here.
Take care everyone.
We love you..

~J

Description
I guess it's natural..
To hate.
Isn't that so?

Being on this planet more than 2000 years..
Time goes back even further of course..

I don't want you, to hate yourself.
I want there to be something in your life, that is precious to you. Something you won't let go of.

We're not perfect beings.

I know it's possible to love someone. And to think highly of them. But they aren't perfect.
Everyone has their own problems to deal with.

The mind can be a powerful thing.
Sometimes it can destroy you.
Hurt you.
Break you.

Who really knows, what's right or wrong.

I told myself I wouldn't hate me anymore.
That I could be better than the voice.
Yes, I do have one.

It comes out sometimes.
And I've resorted to self-harm to make it stop..

I write poems pretty much every day.

Most of them deal with dark topics.
Self-harm. Suicide..
Just dark things.

When I write a poem, I can see it happening.
So it's real to me.
Like, if I mention someone dying, it's real.
Or just anything..

I have friends. And people that I love.
And I am grateful for that. I always will be.

I know what it's like to be in pain.
To hurt.
And I know that I will continue to be hurt while I'm living.

I'm not perfect. Nowhere near it.

And I have hated myself.
On more then one occasion.

But I am still me.

And being me is hard.

Because I really don't know who I am.
I don't know what defines me as a person.

I feel sad sometimes.

Anyway..
I think I'll stop this here.
Take care everyone.
We love you..

~J