Functionally Dysfunctional Me (A Description of Self-Hatred)

Crying into my pillow-
waiting for morning-
screaming thoughts fill-
my overflowing mind.

Self-hatred permeates
my being-a far-reaching
black poison-that-
chokes me.

It's a fire that-
burns in the veins-
throbs in the heart-
and fills me.

Good turns to-
whitest ash-
pain is the-
sharpest sword.

Death is-
the reward-
for surviving the Hell-
Otherwise known as Earth.