Hurt others just like how I'm hurting myself.
Anger is my fuel, while pain is my seal.
Torturing those who love me with guilt because I know they will never stop trying to please me.

Love is what I had to feel, while hate was what I wanted to feel.

Destroying every bit of innocence in others,
from my friends, mother, father and brothers.
So that they can become like me.
Angry, sad, frustrated and uncontrollably violent.

Anything can be the cause of such negativity,
Because in me exists an over-sensitivity.
Anyone can be the victim,
My heart has selfishness and callousness standing firm.
Any situation is a stimulant,
for getting angry and throwing tantrums is my relaxing agent.

Then the guilt arrives,
to inflict the mental pain I cause to other people's lives.
With the mental anguish that haunts me so,
I end up hurting myself from head to toe.
A feeling of heavy burden and debt to the people I owe,
is the only thing I'll ever remember and no.

Abuse and violence, means pain but no gain,
It turns both me and you insane.
No one wins, and our happiness  flies away with the winds.
Stop abuse, stop violence. It's not worth it, time to forget it.