The Sad, Sorry Cry to No One

I hope my heart stops
I hope I die
I hope you will never see me cry

I have lost my will
I have lost all meaning
I have lost the reason for my being

I gained this hate
I gained mistrust
But most of all I gained disgust

I hate this world
I hate its people
I hate the eyes that I must see through

It is unjust
It is unfair
It is too much for me to bear

Tear at this pain
Tear at all this
Tear a cut along my wrist

I am bled of joy
I am bled of pride
I am bled of life that is not mine

I know my heart stopped
I know I will die
So, I guess . . . you will never see me cry