I hate you. 

When you laugh.

When you smile.

When you look through my eyes.

I hate your pureness. 

I hate your kindness.

I hate that you have all the happiness that I never had.

I hate that I hate you for such weak excuses. 

I hate your existence. 

I can't erase this uneasiness that i feel towards you.

I feel like I was consumed by a black shadow.

That I can't find strength to be logic no more.

Nor can I stop hating your luck in life. 

I am deeply consumed by my hatred towards you,

that I can't love myself anymore. 

I hate myself for hating you. 

I know I shouldn't hate someone that was born luckier than me in life,

just because I am unlucky. 

In the end, it's only proof of how much I hate the unlucky me. 

And that. Hurt more. 

Truly.