I hate this thing that we call life,
I hate that I don't have the strengh
To change it back to what it was.
The past to come back never does.

I hate the things I love the most
I hate I love though heart is closed.
I hate the things keep me alive,
I hate I'd love to use a knife.

I hate it ! And I also love it.
I hate it though I thought I made it.
I hate it 'cuz I know I need it
And yet I love it 'cuz I live it !