• The hate cuts through me like a serrated knife.
    My hate has cut me in ways i can not express.
    My life has been surrounded by hate.
    It consumes me and embrasses my darkessed ambitions.

    My life has become the serrated knife that cuts the hearts of others.
    This internal blade is fueld and pushed by hate.
    It lashes out at those whom i know are only trying to help.
    I can't help but wonder if it will ever pass.

    I can feel it cutting me every time it lashes out at the others.
    My soul has been slashed to pieces.
    This knife is there and will end up killing me.
    But the knife over time is becomeing more blunt thanks to my friends and family.