Ask Of These Scars

People think I'm crazy
For the stupid $hit I've done.
They think I have no brains,
They dont understand: it's not fun.

All that it is, is a way to escape,
The only thing keeping me alive.
If I wasn't doing this, I'd be dead.
All I do is helping me survive.

I know. I know I'm insane,
But that's not why I do these things.
Its all from the hate,
From all the $hit that life brings.

If you wanna see how bad it's gotten me,
Just take a look at me arms.
You can see with one look,
See that all this hate swarms.

Forever I will have these marks
As a constant reminer of my "mistakes."
But there will be many more scars,
When my heart soon breaks.