I am sorry for the way i am, i have never been so cold, It's just all locked up in me and it comes out on you, I will never hurt anybody on intuitions, Hate is rage, and i can never know why i am so hated and give out to much hate, but why? a lot of people say so, i wounder why, i do too, i never will tell why i lie, i never know why i hurt you, and i can never find out, Life will always be filled with hate, And i am thee center of it, receiving it and giving it. I guess what i am trying to say is i am sorry.
Random depressive poem number : 16
