HATE

I sit here and cry.
I hate my life. It's just a lie.
I hate the world.
I hate everything.
I hate you and all the frustration you bring.
I hate school.
I hate the people there.
I hate having to be critized by my clothes, my hair.
The only thing that makes me happy is my music and razorblades.
Cause then I lay in bed, while my whole world slowly fades.