I hate the way I walk. The way I command. The way I talk. The way I stand.

Hate my curves. I hate my body. Hate my nerves. Hate everybody.

Can't stand every thought. Can't stand the pain. Couldn't stand who I fought. Couldn't stand my vain.

But throughout every fight. Through the fear. Through what was right. Through every tear.

As you read this on your phone. As you read this in your head.
As I'm here all alone. As I'm here desiring to be dead.

Know that nobody can save me. Know that I was full of hate.
Know that I just wanted you to see. Know that this was my fate.