I hate this,
this hate I feel.
Is it simply imagined or is it really real?
It didnt set out to be this way, this thing inside where I hold no say.
This cant be how I feel, so I know this isnt ******* real.

  It was fine till it got broken, now I cant fix this treasured token.
Doesnt matter what I do, and no this sadness is not from you.
It started before all of that, now the pain becomes a bat.
Crashing hard across my skull, all the feeling void and null.
Wake up screaming in the night, memories dreamed a dreadful fright.

  Thankfully a slight reprieve, nothing doing I didnt leave.
Now however here I am, someone I hope will give a ****.
Something inside I want pushed out, I hardly know who I scream about.
I cant undo what has been done, but **** you anyway oh the fun.

  I hate this,
this hate I feel.
Is it imagined or is it real.
I didnt put it there so I need to put it out
  I hate this,
this hate I feel. THIS ******* SUX,  IT CANT BE REAL!!!