Looking everywhere, I see hate.
People say hurtful things, everyday.
I go onto the Internet to find peace, but I find hate.
Hate is all I see . . . where is the kindness?
I log off and go curl up.
Do I deserve to be hated on?
I must not be wonderful.
Taking a cut to the arm, I wait for the pain to go away.
Seeing the red go down my arm, I wait for that moment of escape.
I need escape from this world, even if it means 1 minute.
I need the hate to stop.
Hate isn't helping me. I need to find the people who cares.
I need love, kindness, and here isn't the place.
Just stop . . . Think about the people who's going through a hard time.
We need kindness, don't drive us to the edge.
We need kindness. We need love.
Author's Note: This poem was created to show some people's emotions towards hate. It needs to stop.
