If you want to know about me, then I suggest you ask the one's who hurt me
They know what bothers, bugs, and annoys me
They know exactly how to torment me
They know the things I don't like; the things I want to change
They know how to break me down, make me cry 
and make me feel like I want to die

They have their ways, their methods and plans 
It's their task to get me sad, make me mad
to achieve my never ending sentence of depression
They know the answer to all my questions
They know what I like, what I love, what I hold 
They rip it apart, take it away; it's my heart they stole

They took my thoughts, my feelings
They threw away all the things they knew 
all they things they know and the things they learn
Just so my life will hurt, they take everything from under me 
They'll do anything to taunt me, tease me 
and seize the knowledge of destroying my courage
my reason to live, my reason to give and share 

They like to get me deep in the flesh 
they pierce me down inside till I shriek, scream and cry 
The agony that will follow me forever: they know exactly where it hides
My refuge, my escape, exit and help: they block it lock it and stand in my way
They enjoy my pain, they laugh at my tears and start to learn my fears

When will this ever stop 
The things they see as fun 
it's like they don't know what they have done
They make me feel shame, regret; it's always the same 
They capture the moment when I start to lose faith; when my hope slips away 
they get me to that stage in which hate comes my way

Just how do I face all the mistakes that I make 
They don't let me forget it
But just know and remember this 
the people who know me are the people who hurt me