Therapy

I'm stuck here alone,
talking on the phone,
bleeding wrists and blackened hearts,
the world around me,
it surrounds me,
sucking me in this world that fades to gray,
to see the corpse laying in front of me,
i run away to hide, don't know what to say,
I'm living life in hell everyday,
get lost, I'm not your savior,
I'm not the one you should be come running to,
i hate you,
i hate the way you make me go insane,
grab my hair, just like i don't care,
life's not fair,
i want to see something extraordinary,
kill me and poison me,
so i don't live this down,
i don't need to hear about democracy,
lay me here to bleed in this place they call therapy,
pill poppers, sinners, and winners,
what the hell I'm doing here?
no where to fear,
hiding from the maggots,
trying to eat me from the inside,
while i try to run and hide,
it keeps on getting to me,
this little thing they call therapy,
if you can see,
i don't need you,
and you don't need me, and we don't need
THERAPY!!!!