My voices final mix2burned

I got some problems I can't handle, I got issues to resolve, I got demons in the closet, bloody hand prints on the walls, it's sunny outside but it mite as well be dark, I got hatred deep inside and it's tearin me apart. Nobody's ever there, my life is in despair, desperate for someone to show me that they fuckin care, they can't read the signs, I'm running out of time, it seems like all my friends have left me here to die, the devil knockin at the door tryin to get inside, I tell him he's not welcome but he knows it's just a lie. I'm losing my mind my thoughts are goin crazy, all I wanna do, is kill people lately, I got murder on my mind, it can't get no worse I think about death from the second to the first. This hatred that I have comes from many years of pain, how could no one tell?