I hate myself.

Ain't living my days of glory.
I'm in a slump.
Always not in a good mood.
Tired of doing the same thing.
Again and again.
Tired listening to words that never really meant anything.
Tired of hopes and lies that I've been fed to.
Hopes? It just a beautiful lies to keep you from understanding the truth.
What is the point writing this?
What is the point reading it?
Do it has to have any meaning?
Can expression be understand without one has to spit about it?
Can you feel me?
Understand me?
Oh, I hate myself.