Why must these things happen to me? Sometimes I question fate. Why was I born and what’s my purpose in life? Going through trials of pain and suffering. It seems like nothing is going to get better. It just feels like it’s going to get worse. That’s when I wonder. My mind races and can’t think straight. That’s what life was like. It sucked and I wanted it to be over. But I held through the pain and now my emotions are tattered and torn. Things got better but hell is only starting. Things got better they are being ripped from me for no reason. People like them effect how painful my life is. She doesn’t seem to care. If she knew how many battle scars she’d left on me she’d know how I feel. But she never got to know me and that’s what she’ll never do. The more she angers and depresses me the less emotions I have. Sometimes it’s hard to love since no one loved me. She’s taking those things away and I feel the pain coming back. I didn’t like the heartache that you caused in the past. Now it’s coming back to haunt me in these days that are hell. The songs playing in my head over and over are all hatred towards you. I f**king hate you. These things you do make me darker and darker and more hate builds up.
