Brushed aside,
Like the morning tide,
Silent and slow,
I go with the flow,
This day seems to go so slow.

I was there waiting this morning,
As the rain was pouring,
Everyone seemed to be in mourning,
How sadly,
That this is daily.

It sounds like a sad note,
Sometimes… I just want to slit my throat,
I cry every day,
Hidden from all eyes,
I see nothing worth loving,

Casting my love away,
So I can survive this day,
Putting my mask up,
Just so I can step up,
I feel like I want to die,
Every time I look up at the Sky.

I feel left for sale,
Forgotten and abandoned… History for sale,
I hear that distant note,
Never to far from my ears,
I love that sound,
That hate,
It keeps me alive,
My hate,
For you.
For us,
For the world.

I have come to despise all I know,
Just so you know,
I do not care for you,
Or anything about you,
So die.
Die and never come back.

Die and never breath again.