Drowning In Your Pool of Hatred

I hear your hurtful words every day, when you tell me you hate me;
I feel your pain at night, when you cut me with the blade;
And I see the hatred in your eyes, when you look into the mirror.

It's sad, the things you say to me when you're mad;
The things you do to yourself, and what you do to me;
And the cruel looks you give me, when I do something wrong.

But all the things you say to me, couldn't measure up
To the many scars you've engraved into my skin;
And the looks of shame every time you look at me.

To you, anything I say isn't worth hearing;
Anything I do is never good enough;
And the way I look is degrading and shameful.

The words you say, are always cruel and intentional;
The harsh things you do, are memories I won't want to cherish;
And the cold looks you give me, send chills up my spine.

You never listened to anything I had to say;
You never cared about anything I did or how I felt;
And you never liked the way I looked;

Until the day came,
And I made you mad once again, when you looked into the mirror,
And you cut too deep, and I drowned in your pool of hatred.