Beautiful Hate
Oh the hate,
Oh the beautiful hate,
Once there was a beautiful girl who was hated..
WHY???
That is a good question....
For she didn’t know either...
She had tried to be a good daughter...
But every single night...
She ended up going to her drawer....
Pulling out her razor blade...
And awakening the pain that lied within.
WHO WAS SHE???
That, too, is a good question...
For she didn’t know either...
She had tried to find herself...
She would search in all the wrong places...
In other people...
She got tired of trying...
So she awakened the stranger within....
WAS ANYBODY THERE FOR HER???
Again... a very good question...
For that she did not know...
Its a possibility...
But if there were, then they never showed themselves....
She tried to go to her 'friends’, but all they would do is run away...
She got tired of chasing them...
So she would hide herself from the world..
And awaken the nothingness that lied within...
WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS???
A very good question..
But this, unlike the rest, knew the answer to...
She knows what she is doing...
She is coming out of her shell...
Very slowly...
For the answer to this question..
Is the 'she’ is actually me...
That is only one small part to my story..
