I was just little girl
who wanted to be loved.
When I saw you all,
just left me alone.
No matter how much I scream,
no matter how much I plead,
no matter how much I tried to be a good girl-
to try to be perfect,
worthy of your friendship and love.
Your glares and stares were your replies to my fleeting wish.
Why did you hate me so much?
I loved you with every bit of my heart-
I wanted to be with you because you took away
my own sorrows.
These tears that stained my pillows
and the blood in my veins,
plus the ink my pen
are all run out because of the very end
of that year.
When you took my heart and tore it in two,
I never expected to feel loved
by anyone.
No matter how much I promised to be a good girl
because you were my whole world,
you still left me with a long knife.
That knife is a shard of my past that I want to forget.
Why do you still hate me so much?
The little girl
that been hurt
is crying right now;
can you hear her sobs?
She no longer has to pretend.
She's sinking into the darkness she has called her home.
Can you see why I hate myself so much?
