Hatred

Isolation leads to hatred, hatred leads to violence, violence leads to pain, pain isolates all.

Sometimes you have to put a smile on when your life’s wasted, when you're disgraced, let it dissipate, keep your conscience awake

 

Grow telephones in your burrow, nothing will cure your sorrow

If you have to beg for it, why would I give you forgiveness?

Stand tall livid, satanic, privileged victim

Bathe in sickness, soap of wicked, black liquid, blood thickens, figments of ligaments, sing with me, nothing but a fantasy

Stagger past my shame

Watch the sky rain again

Yeah it does affect me, this hatred, but if I am to show weakness, I will be mutilated

Sing with me, for your rights

Sing until silence, when I die tonight

I feel like an unlovable child, savage and vile, defiled and wild

I want to burn the whole house down, I want to punch until my hands are bloody

But I don’t

I just sit here and write

I’m sick of me

I’m sick of being mistreated, I’m sick of being obsolete and digging deeper into a grave-like rave with the reaper

Most people just laugh, they seem to think I don’t deserve to be protected

What prophetic perfection

Calm and collected, there is no correct way to live, but I’m not good enough to do so, and not right enough to be happy, so I guess I don’t enjoy it either

I don’t like bullies, they’re so much better than me, I envy them

I could never be pitied, for all the things I never did

They have a vendetta to hurt others, but they’re actually cared for

My family is eating, they don’t even ask me if I want anything

I don’t

But I wish I had the gull to be given the decision to partake, or pass

You can say what you like, I think with my own brain

And I don't smile with my own mouth anymore

Of course I can feel the hatred

Why wouldn’t I?

Author's Note

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