When i was younger i learned scirros were to cut with
wen i got older i then
pulled them out again
just to see if they would help
they took it away, the pain
the sorrow
my hate
all gone
then one day i woke up
in a place wiht a white jacket on
they told me i was ther
because i was not functioning in society
I TOLD THEM no
im fine they said sure u r
but wats this
they pull up my sleeves
cute bruises
all my hate
i was slolwy
klling myslef
i guess i am crazy
but
maybe
instead of killing myskef slowly
one gun shot
will do the trick
im not crazy
IM HURT
by the life i never wanted
