Do You Hate Me, Do You Love Me

Do you hate me?
Do you love me?
I don’t know anymore
I can’t figure out who loves me
They yell they betray you.
Can they figure out I’m hurt.
I’m confused I can’t find who loves me anymore
Is that a good thing?
I think I know someone who loves me
It’s called a knife.
It’ll help me like a friend who cares
It’ll take care of my loneliness and my unhappy world
So do you hate me?
Or do you love me?
And if you can’t answer that
Then the knife can help me out by stabbing me
In my unloved heart.