I hate my life,
Always wanting to take that knife.
Wanting to die, to float away,
That will be my happiest day.
I hate doing everything I'm told
Always feeling hurt and cold,
Always being pushed around,
But as long as I hit the ground,
Everything will be fine.
A hard word to define.
Always feeling guilty,
Always treated filthy.
I get tormented and hit,
Alone is where I like to sit.
Holding back the tears,
And everything I fear.
I hate to be what I am,
I just can't open my eyes to see,
What I'm holding inside of me.
