I hate myself for this
I hate this person I've become
I hate who I am and who I thought I would never be
I hate my father for making me this way
...
I made you crazy
I drove a man crazy
and yet I dont know how I made him crazy
it wasnt fair for him to be crazy
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Friends are suppose to be the people who love you
to comfort you in your times of distress
and lead you from your misguided steps
and bring you up when your depressed
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Ive never felt this feeling before
What is it Im not quite sure?
The emptiness is gone
The pain is slowly going away
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On the floor they stand around my body
some not even sure that it was me
the hair styled the same
the clothes I put on before everyone came
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Why are we confined to the depths of a phone
The only time in which reality sits true
Then my heart can reach out and speak to you
Where no one can see or judge me or you
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Lord give me faith and hope cuz Im in need
and my bodies waiting oh so patiently
cuz I believe in you indeed
Is there someone imitating me
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Why am I so addicted to these things
who cannot help but savor
these bite sized pieces of sugar
and every time I hear the rumble from a bag
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I love him so much
even though it's been so many years
and we fought and killed our fears
and have finally left ourselves good memories
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She sits in her lonely house and writes down these tears
but her piece of paper is soaked with her fears
the pen no longer works for the paper tears
her thoughts and her memories are for no one who cares
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The most beautiful prayer
that my friend prayed for me
he opened up his heart and let me share
his feelings on the situation at hand
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Stabs from a sword lay upon my broken heart
shear clamor at the thought of laying bear my soul
nothing left but to break my spirit apart
how I rather permanently rest than too deal with this struggle
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I take these bullets out my heart
and put them to use
instead of retaliation
I'll fight these lies inside
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Hate
I hate myself for this
I hate this person I've become
I hate who I am and who I thought I would never be
I hate my father for making me this way
I hate the selfishness I have now become
I hate the endless pain I put people through
I hate the way I hide myself in this pain
I hate the crazy world Im living in called my life
I hate when my friends suffer because of my problems
I hate the fact that everything I've worked
so hard not to be is what defines me
I hate that people cant see who I really am
I hate that my heart is broken with no one to put it back together