Hateful.....hateful.

The reason why I’m here is hateful. Why do I have to exist at this moment ? Just to cause discomfort ? Just to cause harm ? Just to feel worthless all over again.

Words slip out of my mouth like how the raindrops slip on the green leaves in spring.

An accidental mistake that I did not intend to cause, the consequences themselves weren’t severe. But did that represent the truth to me ?

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Guilt. Fear. Loathing. All emerge from the deepest corner of my mind, hating the cause of my being, asking for a reason, a reason why this torment keeps going without end.

Yet the only answer I receive is my own incompetence.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the pain I caused, I’m sorry for hurting you, and overall I’m sorry for being me.

Worry not for no spear nor sword could harm me. Because the only thing that could truly kill me is my own self, my own words slithering into my ears like a starving snake finally getting the perfect feast.