Everyday I stab myself
Hatred is my weapon of choice

I hate crying
I hate saying bye
I hate people
I hate how people treat each other
I hate being by myself
I hate being myself

But most of all I hate others for making me this way

I hate the the way they took it all away
I hate how I’m unable to open up others
I hate the way I’m unable to love another

These knives others have placed with only room for the knives I put in myself
Saying it’s my own fault
I made my self this way no one else to blame

I hate all of this

Everyday it grows, and I’m unable to get away
Stalking me like I’m some weak prey
Because nothing will take these knives away