Why do people get there pleasure,

from my pain,

cause in gods eyes everyones the same.

How can this be,

if you love me, like a power.

It’s always different, always wrong.

Who knows maybe my pain will give you,

your strength that makes me weak.

Well this is wrong,

and you know why,

and you don’t care.

You break my heart,

and waste my time,

then I want to die.