She made me ,you know.
Remove blades from their housings
And sheath my soul.
Drive knifes and daggers into her back.
Part the flesh from bone.
Coward she cried. But gritting her teath for more
Shed lie here on on my bed. Or sprawled across the floor
Shed block my paths out.
My routes through the doors
She would make me harm herself
When she couldn't any more

Funny how we've made the choice
To die even before we are born

Funny how many attempts we can make
Before we finally fall

Funny how long it takes for the blood to run out
And leave us for once and for all

Funny how much your body can handle
When you don't want to deal no more

Funny how gas can make you laugh and cry
When you're locked in the car and don't even care why

Funny how many pills your system can take
When death is the option you've already made

Funny how long we can hang in the balance
Between the length of a noose and the floor

Funny how hard our dreams can hit us
And with the car we could never afford

Funny how heavy water can feel
When its welling up in your lungs

Funny how the ones who aren't afraid to do it
Are the ones you'd never guessed would jump

Funny how people start paying attention
When you're holding the gun to your head

Funny how our own thoughts eat us alive
Aren't we all just better off  **dead?

I do not want to talk
I want to feel better
Be it cuddles
Kissing
*******
Anything
I'm going to ***** up getting there
Make mistakes and lose people
Hopefully it's worth it

You bounce about in peoples faces
Like some kind of advertisement
Flicking your hair about
And beaming through resentment
You are far too pathetic to be considered
An adult or even a responsible creature
You pile makeup high on your lips
The deemed favourite feature
You throw yourself at every man woman and being
And smother them in compliments
They'd never return
In hope that you are everything
They shouldn't be seeing
You could never love again
You are not worthy of the kisses you steal
You cry at night and cut so much
Disappointment is your favourite meal
Please please save yourself
Stop desperately seeking our approval

We're not damaged goods
Maybe we're just lonely people

I don't expect you to stay
I don't expect you to care
But I will always be here for you
In the brightest days
Or blackist nights

People, we should all burn
We poison this world and each other
Simply because we are unhappy.
Yet we have the ***** to say
We're good people
While we hold blades
To the throats of those around us
The only cure to this disease
Is a culling.