I knew that it would come soon,
The day was bound to come...

I woke up in the morning,
As happy as could be...

The wind blows,
The leaves rustle...

Hate is a very strong word.
But its the word I choose to use...

Don't you remember me?
My first word...

You slipped away slowly, first by days,
then by weeks and at last by months...

I know this sounds crazy.
But I can't pretend anymore...

We started out as good friends,
But everything quickly changed...

He hides in the shadows, trying to be unseen,
But I spot him quickly...

Our creator is the one who decides our life.
He is also the one who decides our death...

They say the thoughts in my head are morbid,
And a cry for help or attention...

I want to sit in a corner,
All by myself...