Growing Hate
Tempers tied in knots, put a chip on my shoulder-
And it feels like life just begun, when it’s already over-
So what, I hold tight onto my hopes and dreams-
Cause they will set me free, to succeed is my destiny-
And to live on through my many memories-
Gracing through loved ones hearts to the morbid murder scene-
If people only knew what I go through, they would bleed for me-
Asking the Lord please, except this forgiveness plea-
Pondering on my existence, and if there was a sign I missed it-
There are two inside of me, and the demon stays consistent-
My smile on my face all fiction, my laughs are empty-
Pleasure is something I’ve been missing, pain keeps tempting me-
Promises are always broken and happiness I keep hoping-
For, but I end up with wounds and a deceased friend that keeps me open-
People express faces, I just want God and ALL his graces-
But optimistic was never for me, and the days just
Keep getting shorter, and the nights keep getting longer
Watching the love get sucked outta me and the hate growing stronger
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