Hatred
Does it happen...

I sit by my window
and she a few tears...

I dreamt I was a Black Broken Blooded Bullet
That struck through the hearts of hate...

She crys her self to sleep
worrying about tomorrow...

I feel as though I'm lost
in a world with no one here...

I sit here scared
I'm all alone...

That guy she said,
the one I like...

What is the opposite of love
It could be a black-hearted dove...

I sit here and wonder
was I like this before...