Sick

Nothings right, the black does fade
Sick and weak from the games you played
Not your best interest but you should have stayed
Patterns repeat, you've never behaved

Stubborn, dogmatic, I've heard it's genetic
Selfish, malnourished, so f.uc..king poetic
Hate me, I dare you, love so synthetic
Break me, I'll let you, so f.uc.king pathetic

Leave me blank, lead me down
To a place blackened by perfection
Searching for something more
While wishing to lose sense of direction

Precious and destined, mass concentration
Worthless with no time for hesitation
Poisonous, so toxic, fatal combination
You did this to me, for that gained my admiration

i dunno...something new...im angry and sad and happy all at the same time, so this is about being completly okay and that not being good enough...i guess