As I sit on my bed in my room,
I think of my past, my future, and my doom.
I hold items that can kill,
in my lap lays a knife, a gun and a deadly pill.
I hate the way people call me a freak,
they hurt my because they know that my heart is weak.
In my life there are so many doors to unlock,
but time is running out on my clock.
I hate the hate that everyone gives me,
all I want to do is be normal, to be free.
I have nothing left in my heart, not even love,
all everyone did to me was push me aside, all they did was shove.
I hate my life, Im ready to die,
it seems to me, Ive lived a big lie. |
