Hate

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

See reality in your eyes when hate makes you blind.

You know, the day l did it... l took two razor blades to the bathtub. You know why?
Because l knew that once l started to bleed, l'd get weak... and l didn't want to drop one blade and leave myself half done.
Can you imagine that?
Can you imagine hating your life so much, that you want to bring a backup razor?

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.