speak to me
I need that much
there has to be more than this
this world
this sadness
this razor

it's not like I enjoy this
I hate it
I hate them
I hate you
I hate me

maybe one day I'll fly
with the ravens
with the clouds
with the sun

but first I must stay here
in hell
my hell
everywhere is ******* hell
and the flames hurt
they burn as they slice me open

they do it
not me
I can't be blamed for these scars
they're everyone's fault
in sick of it
of the stares
of the exclusion
of the pressure

the pressure to fit in
to be perfect
is what presses on that razor
it's not me
it's them