You loathed me.Yet you let me stay.
You loathed me.
You repeated the words day after day.
I closed my ears, trying to block out your voice.
And yet, it still rings loud and clear.
The wall crumbled down, blocking outside contact.
And there I lay, defenceless, buried in dirt and sand.
Perhaps this is where I was meant to be.
I am, after all, mere filth.
[I hate you.I really do.]
[I hate myself for hating you.]
[And I want myself to be hated for hating you.]
[As though you would know how how it felt.]