I don't know how many times I thought about death last night.
Last night I sat in front of a mirror and I screamed quietly so that no one would hear.
I screamed: "Why do you hate me so much?"
That's when she asked me: "Why do you hate yourself so much?"
and I just couldn't find the answer.
I only knew that I hated, and I hated so much that it hurt my chest
and it hurt so much that I wanted to cut my soul open.
Instead, I just cried my eyes out.