Hating myself

I just look for a reason,
To escape from my mind prison,
But I found nothing... just hate,
And my heart is locked with a gate.

I have no stories to tell,
Just worries waiting for hell,
My hope is falling down,
And I look like a funny clown.

All my scarring are open,
I'm fucked with more than a problem,
But the answers are hidden in dark,
Like a nail in a huge sand park.

My mouth is close, no more words,
The eyes already seeing other worlds,
Where hope is born again,
And where there's no hate and pain.