Your Hate

How can you think this way
How can all your hate be real
How can your family hate you
They're suppose to care

You know they don't
All the time they yell
All you want is to die
Then when you're alone
All you do is cry

Not b/c you're scared
Not b/c it hurts
But b/c you know
They don't care

Maybe they never did
Maybe the love was all an act
No matter
They don't care now
And never will

You could be murdered
And all they'd do is laugh
Say this is what was coming to her
And not regret not saying I love you

They'll find me on the floor
In a puddle of my blood
And won't even shed a tear