I'm sorry,
For all the fucked up thoughts,
For the hurt,
And the pain,
For the lies and the doubt,
For the cutting.
I'm stuck in this rut,
And I damn well want to cut,
I want to end it all,
As I sit in a school bathroom stall.
People laugh,
People joke,
People use us like we're tools.
And now that I just want to let go,
You seem fucking slow,
I want to yell and scream in your face,
For calling me, a fucking disgrace..
