I hate it,
Truth be told what do i hate?
I hate when my emotions cloud my head,
I hate when thoughts annoy me,
I hate when I become tired,
Do I even matter?
Really matter?
Ridiculous isn't it?
To be honest these are my thoughts,
Some days I'm happier then happy,
Other days I'm empty,
Not sad,
Empty.
I just want to sleep and sleep,
Or stay in bed,
Yet I can't.
And i hate it,
Then I feel as if I'm hated,
I feel as if I'm not needed,
I'm not aren't I?
You don't need me,
she doesn't need me,
He doesn't need me,
I'm hated.
But I need me,
I think that's what counts
I need me,
But you guys don't.
And I hate it.
