JERICO DIOQUINO
I hate the air,
I am breathing.
I hate the voice,
I am screaming.
I hate the skin,
I am touching.
I hate the smile,
I am faking.
I hate the pain,
I am feeling.
I hate the days,
I am wasting.
I hate the nights,
I am sleeping.
I hate the words,
I am writing.
I hate the budens,
I am carrying.
I hate the tears,
I am crying.
I hate the liquid,
I am driking.
I hate where this is going,
I am losing.
I hate the you,
I am becoming.