I'm just a monster.
I try to run peoples lives;
say what's best for them
But what do I know?
I don't know anything.
I felt like writing my problems in poem form..Idk..I just feel like cutting..again and again..
I try to run peoples lives;
say what's best for them
But what do I know?
I don't know anything.
My parents don't understand me
they try to force me around
shouting at me if I do anything bad
they can't feel the pain I'm in
the pain from how they make me.
they try to force me around
shouting at me if I do anything bad
they can't feel the pain I'm in
the pain from how they make me.
The cuts in my skin show me
that I'm a monster
I'm a good-for-nothing
a screw up
no one wants me
so these cuts go deeper
no one can see them,
no one can see my pain.
that I'm a monster
I'm a good-for-nothing
a screw up
no one wants me
so these cuts go deeper
no one can see them,
no one can see my pain.
I felt like writing my problems in poem form..Idk..I just feel like cutting..again and again..