Hate

Sitting alone, to scared to look into the light.
I am so afraid to fight.

The darkness which I see is now consuming me.

It is so cold
and I don't think I can ever be bold.

There is no living for me,
dying is all that I can see.

Lying six feet under and yet i can still here the thunder.

The peace that I sought could not be bought.

This is what your hate did to me,
Why can't you see.

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