The scorn and misery the hate in all its intensity the nights of crying and shame the times of utmost pain. The scars on my back are like that of of map that shows the direction of hate that you have tracked. I wish for your end everyday I look in the mirror, because I always see you starring right back. I wonder why and in no time I want to die. This sudden lose of control leads to sudden lose of life. So I sit here with the thing that always kept you comfort and with another swallow from whatever bottle, I cry a little more.