My life is shit…
And I live in a pit so deep that not even all the rope in the world could get me out of it.
Sick of you, sick of me, sick of everyone I see!
Sick of all the lies…
Sick of all my pain…I’m sick of the world itself all that’s in it.
I hate the truth which never sets you free.
I hate the words that you say to me.
I hate the way you make me feel..
I hate YOU!
But really, I just hate me..
I loath the way you look at me.
The way you smile and comfort me.
I loath the way I dream of you.
I loath the way I cry for you.
I don’t have enough paper in the world to write the ways I hate and loath.
But I am sure that there is time for me to tell you all the ways in which I don’t.
There is no love without the pain.
There is no comfort without rain.
The rain that pours inside my soul.
The rain that washes it all.