Nearing the Edge

The longer I live, the stronger I loathe.
Hating no one stronger than myself.
And one day I'll snap, the wind cold,
The leaves fall, birds cease their song,
And I'll cease my suffering.

'Til that day comes, I live and loathe.
Having my ups but returning to my downs.
Down to the depths where beasts do cry,
Screaming silently for help, begging forgiveness,
But I'm reminded that no one needs to care.
So, no one does.

Keep me alive.