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