School.

I knew I'd hate you,
from the very start,
me and my friends,
why'd we have to ever part?

I finally reached,
the place, of my dooms,
And everyone seemed to question,
the face of my gloom.

No one can understand,
no one has what it takes,
to make me feel alive again,
not even for Satan's sake.

I hate it,
I still do,
There's nothing I can do to change it,
apart from to live it through.