Fuck you, you created this face and this misery.

Something once my saving grave is now a bitter memory.

Searching for answers to questions I shouldn't ask.

Just know i'll always hate you for what you've fucking done.

Why must beauty always die in these callous hands?

Feels like i will forever walk this path alone.

All the things i've once held close to my heart are now gone.

Feeling empty i've lost all fucking will to gain back what i lost,

what you took away.

I'll always hate you for what,

for what you've fucking done.

The more i try to make sens of this,

the less i comprehend.