Deep Hatred

Deep hatred Sitting in a dark room called my mind Replays of my heart breaking mistakes Demons enjoying my endless cry for help Broken mirrors everywhere You might not want to know what they are looking for Might be going insane from the evil thoughts roaming though my head I get tired of having to take addicts to feel better I hate hearing the demons scream in my mind when I'm asleep And the anxiety of life kicking in I hate the fact that people are always trying use me It's honestly bruising I hate thinking that love exists How does love exist when you always breaking my heart How does love exist when you use love to try and sleep with me Somedays are harder than others Waking up to a world full of growing pain and deep scars Where hearts, dreams and souls are broken Where life does not exist without lust, drugs, money and death Don't you think i get tired Of feeling the same pain over and over again I've just shared some many  tears