God I hate all this feeling,
The rush is outstounding,
I feel my heart pounding,
But my stomach it twists,
As the blade caresses my wrists,
With the words you have spoke,
I'm left here to choke,
On the acidic burn in my throat,
From the letters you wrote,
To those, that this may concern,
All this hatred I learn,
Come from the girl of my dreams,
Because happyness is not what it seems,
The belly of the beast,
Or the parasite's feast,
We only quench the thirst of others,
Our so called sisters and brothers,
Or fathers and mothers,
They leach at me now,
And they leach at me then,
So I pray to god now,
When will this end?
None.