When

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When;

When did we

Start hating ourselves?

When did our lives

All go to hell?

When did they

Become so insecure

That they had to hate

On the weak and the poor?

When did we stop

Scraping our knees

And start hanging ourselves

From withering trees?

When did our scars

Go from accidents

To the intentional results

Of incidents?

When did people

Become so low

That they don't even

Choose to know?

Know the truth

Behind my scars

And know why I

Guard my heart.

When did everyone

Walk away

And make me

Who I am today?

When did everyone

Stop caring about

Their true friends

And leaving in doubt?

In doubt about

If it were real

And if it were even

The real deal.

Is everyone fake

Nowadays?

Or are they real

In different ways?

Nobody will know

Cause everything changes

No matter how big

The simple change is.

Everything will

Fade away

As we lead into

Another day.

A day of laughter

A day of tears

Maybe these days

Will last for years.

But maybe one day

I'll finally give up

And everyone will still

Say I wasn't good enough.

For me

Nothing will change

Everything

Will stay the same.

Everyone hates me

Now and forever

But they don't know

I'm oh-so clever.

I know they'll leave

I'm just waiting.

Because when I'm alone

There's nothing but hating.

Hating myself

For living, breathing.

Even hating

Never eating.

Maybe one day

It'll all blow over,

And everything

Will come out bolder.

Everything

I wanted to say

Out in the open

Every day.

Nothing to hide

Nothing to lose

I've lost everything

Except for you.

But I know

That one day

You will walk

A separate way.

But before

You go

I need

To know:

How did I

Dig this trench

And When did you

Become a backstabbing bitch?

I guess its all over

And my time has arrived

Please excuse me

While I go die.

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