Rub my face in the dirt, tell me I ain't ****.
You treated me less than a human, it's hard to admit.
That I,
still feel lonely in the dark and I cry out to you.
The pain bites like a shark, ripping the life from you.
I tell myself,
I need drugs to calm my rage
and fear my mind is older than my age.
I purposely deprive myself just to feel but I can't find a reality that's really real.
I'd like you to,
Explain to me how you came up with the idea to drown me in air.
I thought not but I guess you never know if people really care.

The masks we wear
hides the lies we share  
with a generation that does not care.
I think I messed up when
my mind let no one else compare.