Activity #39

I hate the way there's silence When I ask if someone's there I hate the way I'm empty Left to just sit and stare I hate the way I'm lonely When I shouldn't have to be I hate the way I'm hated Thrown down on my knees I hate the way things have gone Completely taken off course I hate the way things are going My screams leaving me hoarse I hate the way I'm sitting here Writing down my pain I hate the way no one cares I have nothing left to gain I hate the way I write your name When I write something down I hate the way my dreams aren't safe I wake up with a frown I hate the way people judge Their rubric far from fair But most of all, I hate the way You think that I don't care