That cold October,
when my life was nearly over,
The look, they laughed
They laughed as I was nearly run over.
The car stopped just in time,
I got up with tears streaming down my face,
They stared as I walked away,
as I thought "Why did I have to be born into the human race?"
I got home and put my bag on the floor,
I reached out for the knife waiting on my table,
The knife peirced through my skin,
and I bled and bled untill I was bearly able
Bearly able to stand,
I walked to bed and waited,
I waited for something to happen,
I was the 'Hated' one
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