My End

I am always wrong,
Under high suspicions,
Making me feel like a ding-dong (cheesy i know)
Thats why i make thiese small incisions
Lost in a world that doesn't care
Not knowing where my opinions stand
Is it the clothes i wear?
I don't want to hide my head in the sand
Staring up at my ceiling most nights
I barely sleep
Don't you hate the fights?!!
This is when the incision goes deep
STOP trying to turn me into your twin!
I dig the blade further along my tanned flesh
Your never going to win!
The lines my fingers will always caress
This cut will forever scar my heart
Others follow this trend
My life will never start
This is the end.