I Hate Myself
Too many mistakes I have done,
Please, forgive me, if you can, my sun.
I know, I’m very bad, but I… but…
I don’t know how to change, I can’t.
I guess I always knew my fear.
It is my fault, I’ve lost you, dear.
Where do I come from?
Who has sent me here, to whom?
What am I? And who will help?
Oh, forgive me, sun! I hate myself…
I hate myself...
II.
I’m walking along empty streets
And hope that we might meet
I’ve lost my chance, I lost my love…
I’ve lost myself, I’ve lost my half
My half – is you, my Pure Gun…
And I don’t know yet what I’ve done.
I hate myself...
III.
I’m looking at your window
I hope that you may see me…
I see your sorrow in your eyes
I guess, you’re sick of all my lies…
I understand… I want to help
Oh, please, forgive… I hate myself.
I hate myself
IV.
I’m watching how my sun’s rising up.
I know, you miss me, oh god… but
I can’t pronounce a word and feel
That I must have a cup of something real…
And then I’ll think about all…
I hate myself… it’s all my fault.
I hate myself...
2009 г.
http://www.proza.ru/2015/05/21/2138
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How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
Мама моя всю жизнь преподавала английский, так что воспользуюсь родственными отношениями))) и добавлю:One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love!❤
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