HATE NOT

HATE NOT

All I see is incomprehensible handwriting
All I feel is dreadful agony
Why did all of this happen?
Why am I the one?
The one I wasn't supposed to be

Breed hate they said
Banality echoed
Proud I stood
Drunk I am
Dead I'll be

They just were they
But I couldn't be me
Wrong lanes were taken
The eternal undertow began

Now I can't see
Nor I can feel
Some things easily die
Some other last forever
Everlasting regret
Endless hate not

Should feelings be forgotten and let logical thoughts prevail?
Should I keep it real or just hate not?