Fuck you, you created this face and this misery.Something once my saving grave is now a bitter memory.Searching for answers to questions I shouldnât ask.Just know Iâll always hate you for what youâve fucking done.Why must beauty always die in these callous hands?Feels like I will forever walk this path alone.All the things Iâve once held close to my heart are now gone.Feeling empty Iâve lost all fucking will to gain back what I lost,what you took away.Iâll always hate you for what,for what youâve fucking done.The more I try to make sense of this,the less I comprehend.