I never wanted all that I lived
I never asked for the betrayal I suffered

I never thought I'd feel so much
But that was enough to make me feel dead

I didn't understand what was happening
I didn't understand my clouded mind

I didn't understand the pain my existence caused
I didn't understand the meaning of my wounds

I don't want this
I don't need this

I hate you
I hate them
I hate this
I hate all of this