Freak

Bloody things
Obsession with death
Ive lost who I am inside
I feel nothing, I am nothing
They're all sick of me
My thoughts seem so vile
They insist I'm in denial
I'm scaring them, and myself
But I find happiness in hell
And I think Ive found me
The real me
I think this is who I
Wanna be
Is that so wrong
Do I have to belong
When Ive gotten used to me
Being known as a"freak"
I haven't disappeared
I'm still here