My story is dark and hated
no one ever seems to care
no friends to be there for me
only people who like to stare
scars on my arm to show my pain
no true parents to show me the way
faith is through my own eyes
hoping sometime it will be my day
but that day never comes
and my sorrow is building up
as faith starts to choke on you
like drinking blood from a cup
now it's time to end it now
sitting down with poison as I fed
all I thought about was my life
ans now I'm sleeping in my bed.
