I feel the need to cry

I feel the need to cry, to cry

I want to run but why, but why?

I hate myself, I hate the rest

I hate everyone in my life, I guess

no-one I can turn to, no-one I can trust

no-one but myself and I, me and us

But who am I?

And where do I go?

Who but me?

And why don’t I know?

Why am I blind, why can’t I see?

Oh why, Oh why, did this happen to me?