Im just another pest
Im no different from the rest
Putting words together
So Im better
Im not convincing anybody
So maybe when they find my body
They'll see the pain etched on my skin
They'll see the pain that I've been living in
I hate this but I live for pain
Im not sure why, nothing to gain
Except more scars and more stares and more suicide scares
Test if anyone cares
Put a bullet to my head
Hold a blade up to my wrist
See if anyone moves
That would be a ******* twist
I'll drink some bleach
Set some fires
Who are the loudest criers
Not a tear shed for me
Except for one or two
Her and him and maybe you
I guess we soon will surely see
But which method shall it be?