My mind can't be made up anymore, as I no longer know the difference between hatred, and love, yet I do know that the poison of hatred grows everyday with in me. All because I only see love as an illusion created by my dreams that are broken. You can read this, and tell me to fix my dreams, love is amazing, however those words are easy to speak when you're a person that has felt the beautiful kiss of love, but when you live life always feeling as if you don't belong, and rejection is the only truth you know those words become worthless. Know this: When I talk about love I am not talking about love in a girlfriend/boyfriend/marriage way I mean platonic love, and when I say the hatred grows everyday I mean for myself, and before you say well you just have to learn to not hate yourself, I say to you BULLSHIT, how can you tell me that when you too only have ill feelings towards me? You want a metaphor to how you make me feel? I feel like am dying of a sickness, and you have the cure, however will never give it to me, but rather sit there, and watch me as I die inside more, and more everyday, mocking me in every sense of the word only, because my life makes you feel better about your horrible life, so you use me as an escape from your Hell to get a taste of Heaven. Maybe I am just to melancholy to even know the differences between love, and sorrow, and thus see them as the same thing, but the truth is they can't exist without each other: Love created sorrow, sorrow created hatred, and hatred is only cured by love: it's a cycle of emotion that never ends for anyone, and am stuck in the grasps of sorrow, and that sorrow is turning into hate, yet the only person I hate is myself, and I love everyone else. Love has made my life a nightmare, and here's the ironic thing: Even though I hate love I still desire love over all other things, and keep an open mind to the possibility even though my soul knows the truth that it shall never be.