I Carved Hate Into My Arm

I carved Hate into my arm
And the blood leaves a stain
On this perfect life I dreamed of
And waited for in vain.
I carved Hate into my arm,
Leaving an unforgettable impression
About the life of a girl
Suffering deeply in depression.
I carved Hate into my arm
Mommy, are you mad?
Because cutting is a sin,
and I'm taught that sin is bad.
I carved hate into my arm
Because that's all I can feel
And the blood covering the floor
Reminds me that hate is real.
I carved Hate into my arm
For the last time in my life
Because my life has been taken
By the beauty of a knife.