i hate my life
i hate the knocking on my head
i hate the constant
everyday
why must i go on
only to spread my pain
like everyone i touch
will end up like me
am i destined to die?
i hate this thing i was handed
handed me a knife and said “stab”
i couldnt
i hear about
people dying
i wish i wasnt so scared
so scared they will be mad
i stare at myself
unfinished
unforgiven
unclosed
and still alive.















