Thoughts of a lonely night

And as You hate me for lashing out
Maybe take some time and think
If You ever showed me any different.

Sometimes the only thing keeping
Me here alive and breathing is the
built-up RAGE.

I might be dead very soon
But at least I won't ever end up
Like You.

It's not that people tolerate me because
They like, respect or fear me
I'm just that irrelevant.

I don't treat my friends as equals
They either seem like someone worse
Or Gods.

It's not because I am a good person
That I don't want to hurt them
I just fear the punishment.

And as You're on the edge of the window
There's only one thought inside my head
'PUSH'.