I am the only one who can hate me
No one can know me better
Or hate harder on me than I
These times are tough
Some days man, I've just had enough

I often wonder how I'll "go"
Quick? Painless? In pieces?
My heart seem to be in the rut
Small, shattered to bits.
I can't feel my heart beat, unless I feel pain
But when I feel pain, the thoughts come rolling in...
Full of doubt, exuding sin

Nights;sleepless
Fights;enticing
Why everything that's supposed to be bad make me feel so good?