The hate that dwells inside,
Builds up until I begin to cry.
I have nobody to trust,
No place that I can run.
So what to do with all of this;
A mess that seems impossible to fix?
When I hold all of it inside of me
Until I begin suffocating...
The fear of being completely alone
Sets in when I realize I'm on my own.
If there is no one to help me through...
Then this nightmare I dream may eventually come true.
Because this nightmare of dying by my own hands
Seems like the only solution away from this place so damned.
 
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