Staring in the mirror,
don't like what I see.
The thing I hate is me.
All I think is why god, why, why me?!
Staring in the mirror,
I think "in for a penny, in for a pound,"
I smash my face into the mirror,
Then I feel the ground.
The hate goes out of focus, just like the room,
In its place I feel the certainty, the certainty of doom.
I cry to myself, I cry alone,
I cry because there is no way out,
I am in my zone.
I cry because I am hated, my life is full of doubt.
I wish I was never born,
I wish I was dead,
I am wholly forlorn,
All I feel is dread,
Dread inside my head.
Curse you ******* mirror. You're all I see each day.