When one isn’t loved Hate begins to dwell, It starts deep within And then it begins to swell. But I must be strong For hate isn’t weak, It will push against my insides And at my heart it will begin to eat. I will start to grow bitter My words will grow harsh, My appetite for love would wither Like a lone flower in a murky marsh. I would be doomed to roam the earth In a hypnotic daze, Only to answer those With wicked and evil ways. Meaningless is my life now For I have no love, Why should I carry on? Haven’t I had enough? It seems to me That I shouldn’t even try, For no matter what I say or do No matter if I cry, I will always be wrong, Or stupid and careless, And that is why to you readers I share this. For love is my enemy And until my dying end, Love will always be my enemy And hate will be my friend.