silver_fang
08-12-2005, 21:19
HATE
They hate me,
I don’t know why,
All my life I try to find out why,
But as I try
I start to learn,
That I was not meant to be,
They thought of me as a rock,
A rock that you stub your toe on,
A rock there is no way around,
So sooner or later I realize it's not worth the try, I wish I knew why,
I had to die, although not visible my soul was crushed as all I knew and once loved seemed nothing more then hell to me, now. I wish it all could end but it won’t happen for if it were to they would have no way to torcher me, to shoot me down or to undermine my opinion or thoughts, many times as a child I was close to losing it all in feelings yet unknown to me, I feel as though they are apart of me now, but sooner or later it will happen. I won’t have to worry anymore, no more hurting no more mocking, I’ll be glad only few will be sad, but the ones who matter will be glad, I’ve been told that it may seem to me that they hate me, but they do love me, but they don’t see what they do to me. Sooner or later I will be happy, sooner or later I will die, but this but this time not in soul, for this time will be when my soul becomes free and able to run, fly and become untouchable a place
I can destroy my hate, hurt, and regret, I call this MY FINAL FREEDOME…
They hate me,
I don’t know why,
All my life I try to find out why,
But as I try
I start to learn,
That I was not meant to be,
They thought of me as a rock,
A rock that you stub your toe on,
A rock there is no way around,
So sooner or later I realize it's not worth the try, I wish I knew why,
I had to die, although not visible my soul was crushed as all I knew and once loved seemed nothing more then hell to me, now. I wish it all could end but it won’t happen for if it were to they would have no way to torcher me, to shoot me down or to undermine my opinion or thoughts, many times as a child I was close to losing it all in feelings yet unknown to me, I feel as though they are apart of me now, but sooner or later it will happen. I won’t have to worry anymore, no more hurting no more mocking, I’ll be glad only few will be sad, but the ones who matter will be glad, I’ve been told that it may seem to me that they hate me, but they do love me, but they don’t see what they do to me. Sooner or later I will be happy, sooner or later I will die, but this but this time not in soul, for this time will be when my soul becomes free and able to run, fly and become untouchable a place
I can destroy my hate, hurt, and regret, I call this MY FINAL FREEDOME…