You call me a freak,
You call me a ****,
You say I'm mental,
You say I cut.

I shrug them off,
And laugh it away,
But the scars are still there,
Getting bigger everyday.

Maybe I am mental,
Maybe I hear voices in my head,
Maybe every time you bully me,
Maybe I see red.

Maybe I do care,
When you insult me,
Maybe I die a bit inside,
And yearn to be free.

Free of this body,
Free of
And most importantly,
Free of  Y O U