Cuts

I hate that.

I hate that,

With all my heart and passion I hate it,

I hate how strong you think you are but how you really look to others,

I need someone to talk to,

But I feel as if I've already taken the mick with telling them my sorrows,

I hate that I need someone to talk to,

I hate not being able to be independent,

I hate having to have someone there to comfort me,

I hate not being able to tell someone the way I feel,

Yes I know I have the chance to speak what's on my mind,

But you don't understand,

I've found out something way too deep to tell to just anybody,

And it's tearing me apart,

Now that I know,

It tearing me apart knowing the secret,

Limb by limb,

Rib by rib,

My sanity is on the edge from finding out this secret,

It's all too overpowering,

Eating away at my mind,

Realising the answers to so many unimportant questions now that I know,

But I lay awake at night,

Thinking,

And no matter how hard I try not to think about it, it is the only thing I can think about,

I hate the fact that I know,

But I hate the fact even more knowing I have no-one to talk to.