Outside is raining,

in my heart too.

Since the day you went away

the summers pass by.

You left me, alone,

with a blade in my hand.

I hurt myself for feel something.

You left me here,

I step away,

I hate you dad.

Last time you hit me,

you made me a black eye

and all the bruises and the scar,

still on me.

 

I hate you.