Hate

I don't remember,
When I've ever felt so alone,
As I sit here by myself,
In my huge dark home.

I take the knife,
From the kitchen stand,
The blade feels so cold,
In my shaking hand.

You left me here,
All by myself,
Just put me aside,
Like a dusty book on the shelf.

You didn't care,
You never did,
And when i showed my feelings,
You just ran and hid.

I hate this cold world,
As much as i hate me,
Thats why I'm ending it here,
Just so i can be free.