Deep Hatred
Deep hatred
Sitting in a dark room called my mind
Replays of my heart breaking mistakes
Demons enjoying my endless cry for help
Broken mirrors everywhere
You might not want to know what they are looking for
Might be going insane from the evil thoughts roaming though my head
I get tired of having to take addicts to feel better
I hate hearing the demons scream in my mind when I'm asleep
And the anxiety of life kicking in
I hate the fact that people are always trying use me
It's honestly bruising
I hate thinking that love exists
How does love exist when you always breaking my heart
How does love exist when you use love to try and
sleep with me
Somedays are harder than others
Waking up to a world full of growing pain and deep scars
Where hearts, dreams and souls are broken
Where life does not exist without lust, drugs, money and death
Don't you think i get tired
Of feeling the same pain over and over again
I've just shared some many tears
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