This is It

Hate.
They hate you.
Did you know that?

Day after day,
you break your back for them,
and all you get is bullshit.
Day after day,
you sell your soul to them,
only to see them crush it.

You never see them,
but you hear them.
You'll never know they're there,
but they are.

Like demons in your heart,
scratching at your mind,
tearing at you like
so many vultures.

I can't decide
whether I'm blind or dumb,
or maybe both.
But I do know
the words from their mouth
is s**t.

Love
They say they love you.
But you know better.

All you can trust is yourself
to do what you need to do
when you need to
because you do.

But how can you know
if that's you?
Or them?

They own you.
Or at least,
they'd like you to think that.

Nobody owns me.
I'm sick
and tired.

Sick of the day to day,
tired of the routine.
Let's change it up,
shall we?

I'm done with this.
I'm done with now.
I'm done with them.

I'm done.