Outside is raining,
in my heart too.
Since the day you went away
the summers pass by.
You left me, alone,
with a blade in my hand.
I hurt myself for feel something.
You left me here,
I step away,
I hate you dad.
Last time you hit me,
you made me a black eye
and all the bruises and the scar,
still on me.
I hate you.