i hate myself, why don't you hate me too?

A Poem by winter;lyra

down on my neck
because i hate myself
why don't you hate me too?
a lost fuse with the few
a wrapped virus in pink
ticking till it blooms
killing till it dooms my friends and my hopes
am a wrong and a flaw
a depressing thorn in that bush

here i go again
how does it feel?
how can i feel so?
on board to risk you and this mess of a bond