People Don't Want Us To Exist

To you, I'm viewed as disaster.
Catastrophe is written all over me.
And when I cut I don't bleed.
Is that how cold hearted you think I must be?

But you don't know the story,
The real story about my heart.
Your the one who has it,
You stole it from the start.

I was scared, and I can see you are too.
Misery is everything you live in,
Why can't you try fighting it?
Before it consumes every part of you.

I use to wish for a beautiful girl,
But I came to find out she already exist.
And in this cold hearted world,
People don't want us to exist.

(Still don't know if it makes any sense, but thank you for reading!)