I hate the way you look at me
I hate how you touch my scars, trying to make me believe it will get better
I hate the wat you talk about why it\\\'s wrong
I hate the fact that I have to talk to you at all
I hate that look of disappointment whenever you see new cuts
I hate that I am ashamed of myself
I hate the fact you don\\\'t understand
I hate it\\\'s all I have to count on
I hate that I have no friends
I hate when everyone stares at me
I hate when, you think differently of me
I hate that I\\\'m not everything you wanted me to be
I hate it all
I hate that when, I bleed it hurts
I hate that hurts you
I hate that It kills me inside
I hate the fact I disappoint you
And most of all I hate me...And only me
