Strip me of my privileges. The privileges I am unworthy of.
Take them away. What’s the point of them if I’m not even happy.
Take me away.
The undeserving shouldn’t deserve, take me away.

Push me down the stairs. Try to get my head straight.
Don’t help me up. I created this myself; it’s my responsibility to break my fall.
Don’t lend a hand.
My hands are scarred and clammy, don’t lend a hand.

Dissect my interior. Rid me of the wrong.
Slice me up.  I need to cut out the lines that aren’t mine.
Let me bleed.
If I need to see what I’ve done here, let me bleed.

Color me black and blue. My internal bruises from sinking to my knees.
Turn my soul to dark. Destiny is a bitter truth.
Turn it dark.
There is no lightness, turn it dark.

Give me chains that I can see. I’m tired of the invisible ones.
Lock me up if you must. If you can’t bear to look at my swollen eyes.
Throw away the key.
If you must, throw it all away.

Rip up old photographs with me waving in the background. I wasn’t really meant to be there anyway.
Light them on fire. If my existence posed no resemblance to living.
Light me on fire.
I won’t mind, light me on fire.

Watch my pleading soul decapitate. After all, it never really was in one piece.
Tear me apart.
End the misery.
End it all.
That’s all I ask.
Just somehow light me up.