They hate me
with all their heart
and all their soul

they wish for my head
on a stick
burnt to a crisp

or eaten inside out
burned at a stake
killed with a gun
stabbed with a knife

dead without explanation
but thats why they hate me
they insult me
and beat me

not physically
but mentally

I see through their eyes
whenever they glance at me

they think i'm a
slut, wannabe,
and anything to else
to hurt me

well it works

even though they may forgive me
they don't know the damage they've caused
the memory of myself
wanting to die becuase
i wasn't good enough

i'm to soft
i need a shell
one to bounce off everything
that come my way

if things keep on going this drastic
there will be no me to write

They Hate Me
They Hate Me
They Hate Me