I hate you for that.

I hate the way you treat me,
You treat me like some little kid,
that always needed some one by there side,
but then when I actually do need you,
you always run and hide,
you never are there when I do need you,

all I want to do is hide,
I'm tired of your little things,
I'm not worth any thing any more..
I hate this life,
I'm ready, I am sitting here with my knife,
the blood rushing,
in my veins.,
the razor going in for the ride,

I tried to tell you how i feel,
but all I can do is cry and cry,
you never do try,
all you do is yell..
and now I feel like I'm in hell..
I hate you,
and your little ways,
thats why I'm leaving this and running away,
telling you this is all I feel,

I don't want you any more,
because you never did come,
I'm leaving this home..

the tears keeping coming out,
my fears are getting higher,
my mouth is getting drying..
I'm crying even harder..

I'm shriving, because of scared,
to admit I have a problem.
and that no one ever cares,
they all leave me in my room crying,
or just yell my name..
because they have no thing else to say..
I'm tired of your little games,
because all you people do is blame..

I'm crying still because,
the knife is going deeper,
and hitting a vein,
blood gushing out,

I'm beginning to fade,
feeling and waiting away in the shade..
but I hate to admit,
I made my self this way..

laying there in the corner..
slipping away..
taking my life and ending it this way...

-EMO KID-

I hate you mom for that..