Why?

A poem about depression and anger.

I hate the way you look at me,

The way you laugh and smirk.

I hate the way you glare at me,

Like I'm a piece of dirt.

 

Who gave you the right to judge?

You don't know me, go away.

Who says that you can treat me like this?

Just save it for another day.

 

F**k you, f**k her, f**k him, f**k life!

He's my wrist and here's the knife!

Bring them together in one quick motion.

And watch as the pain fades away...

 

See the things you make me do?

See the consequence of what you say?

These scars will stay with me for a while,

They'll never fade away.

 

I hear the things you say about me.

I know the things you do.

I'm 'freaky', 'weird', 'wrong in the head'.

I have one thing to say: I HATE you.

 

Each thing you say,

Each mistake you make,

Drives me deeper and deeper,

To what I can't escape.

My blood boils hot,

My eyes flash red,

I wish and wish and wish I was dead.

 

Someday, you'll pay for what you did.

You'll pay for what you said.

One day, it'll all come back to you...

... And you'll wish YOU were dead.