Hate

I hate my husband
He is so not what I want, not what I need
He is not supportive, he is not attractive
Nothing left in this hearts which already bleeds

I hate my body
It always hurts, it always let’s me down
Illneses are the centre of my life
The way I look feels like I am a clown

I hate working
I never have a job I like
I clean up everyone’s shit, and I mean that in the litteral scence
Never a good fortune in sight

This is about hate
Because Life is not always so great